tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27479527834088463142018-02-16T14:13:08.969+08:00Frank's Blog...Frank Chonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06429803103141435160noreply@blogger.comBlogger480125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747952783408846314.post-63912013434543654812017-08-17T21:00:00.000+08:002017-08-26T23:22:17.820+08:00Comrades Marathon 2017 and West Highland Way Race 2017...<div style="text-align: justify;"><i>By Frank</i><br /><br />It has been 3 months since my 6th Comrades and 2 months since my second West Highland Way Race. Sorry my race report took so long but here it's goes and it will be really a quick one.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><b><u>COMRADES MARATHON 2017</u></b><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The Comrades Marathon doesn't get easier nor tougher. However, the course and also the unpredictable weather will throw everything at the runner if one runs it under prepared. After 5 years of improvement, I was one of the under prepared runners this year. Yes, I did complete my 6th Comrades but like the tagline Zinekele, it really took everything out of me despite being my favoured "Up" run.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The run got underway at a rather warm morning at 5.30AM sharp on 4 June 2017 where together with some 17,031 runners, we started our journey just outside the Durban City Hall. I started from the "H" seeding and took me about 5 minutes to cross the start gantry before I slowly started my run. This is also my first time running with my phone and hence there will be some photo galore and at the same time Facebook Live. Everything went well and my muscles warmth up by the time I arrived at the highway where I was reunited with Selva and we continued on together.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ltBbpXMo5eA/WYwZjboAkgI/AAAAAAAAG6w/zPfkQ5X8xyAYdaY78xGRtNAFCTT2m3SXACLcBGAs/s1600/18920923_10154558920079149_5130023703397885250_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ltBbpXMo5eA/WYwZjboAkgI/AAAAAAAAG6w/zPfkQ5X8xyAYdaY78xGRtNAFCTT2m3SXACLcBGAs/s400/18920923_10154558920079149_5130023703397885250_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>One for the album with Caroline.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NXuXkmaIpIQ/WYwZqEezsrI/AAAAAAAAG60/KiR86VnzsXoeMpdtvuuBoFnzH-NnyI9YQCLcBGAs/s1600/18836748_10154551159414149_4551460174116043764_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="900" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NXuXkmaIpIQ/WYwZqEezsrI/AAAAAAAAG60/KiR86VnzsXoeMpdtvuuBoFnzH-NnyI9YQCLcBGAs/s400/18836748_10154551159414149_4551460174116043764_o.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Team Malaysia for 2017.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FdT5PjsHrDw/WYwZwd-k9FI/AAAAAAAAG64/HmrXMC6_BtErjzMzXLoglG4dO1HSmPH0gCLcBGAs/s1600/19023657_10154558919669149_4145485085265546645_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="900" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FdT5PjsHrDw/WYwZwd-k9FI/AAAAAAAAG64/HmrXMC6_BtErjzMzXLoglG4dO1HSmPH0gCLcBGAs/s400/19023657_10154558919669149_4145485085265546645_o.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Starting from the last seeding, H.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I had fun running with Selva as our pace was pretty even. And when dawn decided to break, it was fun time as I took out my phone and did a little Facebook Live. We ran together for about 30KM till Botha's Hill when my legs began to tire. Told Selva to go ahead without me as he was feeling strong as I slowly picked myself up moving forward slowly. With the incredible crowd support, I regain my run despite walking in between.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2JTPFym6AnA/WYwZN4GH9CI/AAAAAAAAG6s/9n0EqtCCnS0fASjwwUDsDpM7FMH9hLqUwCLcBGAs/s1600/18880077_10154558919939149_5666596921200857860_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2JTPFym6AnA/WYwZN4GH9CI/AAAAAAAAG6s/9n0EqtCCnS0fASjwwUDsDpM7FMH9hLqUwCLcBGAs/s400/18880077_10154558919939149_5666596921200857860_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Going into Pinetown together with Selva.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KD2GosXKo2g/WYwY6thO9fI/AAAAAAAAG6o/SO_oPZ1yPEAAXz3m3jjCCTNkNLUMdj2QgCLcBGAs/s1600/18954984_10154558922464149_7890432416542928805_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1600" height="225" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KD2GosXKo2g/WYwY6thO9fI/AAAAAAAAG6o/SO_oPZ1yPEAAXz3m3jjCCTNkNLUMdj2QgCLcBGAs/s400/18954984_10154558922464149_7890432416542928805_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The very steep Fields Hill.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />I kept reminding myself to get to halfway Drummond where I shall meet up with Manette there. As I near Drummond and with the rolling hills behind me now, passing the Wall of Honour and Arthur's Seat in the process, I pick up my pace a little as the profile began to drop as Drummond is located within a valley, The Valley Of A 1,000 Hills. Indeed it sound scary and I knew what lies ahead, which is to climb out of it via the mighty Inchanga. But the good thing was that being the halfway point of the the race, the crowd support here was awesome.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eY7w7UiFCl0/WYwYh57HsRI/AAAAAAAAG6k/2tx-9wqg698Lx_0QRm7o3B8sbe71JNirACLcBGAs/s1600/19023424_10154558925169149_4177580435105607424_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1600" height="225" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eY7w7UiFCl0/WYwYh57HsRI/AAAAAAAAG6k/2tx-9wqg698Lx_0QRm7o3B8sbe71JNirACLcBGAs/s400/19023424_10154558925169149_4177580435105607424_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The Wall of Honour.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-X9_kNyv7s/WYwYWPypTHI/AAAAAAAAG6g/LXCjnPt-ECUK7he49hx8BibOHJs1HE9wQCLcBGAs/s1600/18920769_10154558927279149_1571557960812816860_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1600" height="225" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-X9_kNyv7s/WYwYWPypTHI/AAAAAAAAG6g/LXCjnPt-ECUK7he49hx8BibOHJs1HE9wQCLcBGAs/s400/18920769_10154558927279149_1571557960812816860_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Arthur's Seat.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Manette wasn't at her usual spot this year as I was informed by her before hand. She will be somewhere along Inchanga, about a Kilometer or so after the halfway mark. I kept pushing myself hoping to see her soon. And while doing so, I was also paying attention to see if David was around for we have met here for the past 5 years.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Soon, I spotted a red tent indicating the Roodies support station where Manette was. It was great to catch up with her while I rested and took in some biltong and also some savories before continuing on.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yaKHVQq3pyw/WYwXlA2blLI/AAAAAAAAG6Y/ZKONYhAcVeE-hmdsiWkKxOfwUoiiBNjNwCLcBGAs/s1600/18891496_10154558920399149_1093465981121788696_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yaKHVQq3pyw/WYwXlA2blLI/AAAAAAAAG6Y/ZKONYhAcVeE-hmdsiWkKxOfwUoiiBNjNwCLcBGAs/s400/18891496_10154558920399149_1093465981121788696_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>With Manette who had been helping me at halfway since 2012. Dankie!</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Although I conquered Inchanga, my legs were pretty thrashed up and was struggling to move fast as cramps was slowly settling in. Am not sure if it was the correct decision, but I sat down a couple of times to give them a rest which may have caused them to tighten up. And at Harrison's Flat, this is where I met David. A little late this year but we still bump into each other. Tried to stick with him together with one of the bus driver but my legs couldn't hod on and I had to let them go. Nevertheless, I pushed myself on with rest ahead at one of the Fourways tent.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rd8Mxy-WPyc/WYwW_KIw21I/AAAAAAAAG6Q/-txq03qZ71cl1-v3ei8OMADBF2Fcdil8wCLcBGAs/s1600/18880168_10154558920704149_5048205972078114878_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rd8Mxy-WPyc/WYwW_KIw21I/AAAAAAAAG6Q/-txq03qZ71cl1-v3ei8OMADBF2Fcdil8wCLcBGAs/s400/18880168_10154558920704149_5048205972078114878_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Finally met David at Harrisons Flat.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-owPyxi4Fu5U/WYwXQy_EggI/AAAAAAAAG6U/6bIU-CRhF087xAUSLwpyPa7f2J2ulrXwQCLcBGAs/s1600/18891833_10154558929819149_3291949128826830719_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1600" height="223" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-owPyxi4Fu5U/WYwXQy_EggI/AAAAAAAAG6U/6bIU-CRhF087xAUSLwpyPa7f2J2ulrXwQCLcBGAs/s400/18891833_10154558929819149_3291949128826830719_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Camperdown is all red with Coca Cola supporting here.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Passing Camperdown where the NedBank Green Mile has been replaced by the Coca Cola "Red Mile" this time, I began to surge a little but it did not last as the cramps were getting bad, both legs to be exact. Almost toppled to the side a few times but I managed to balance myself. The buffer time I have built was slowly disappearing and I told myself to get my sorry state to Polly Shortts as soon as possible.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ashburton also known as Little Polly was the appetiser of the final big climb ahead. With the Comardes app on my phone not working, I started to panic not knowing if I have sufficient time to meet the cut-off. Perhaps the support car knew of my thoughts and just before Polly Shortts, came them with the cut-off time clearly indicated on their windows. I had slightly under an hour and that was certainly a relieve at that time.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o5Q0N7i4aoE/WYwaQ0pff3I/AAAAAAAAG7A/1Rq1NlHD2ts9sJIB7qMaAHg3lX8ENSBYQCLcBGAs/s1600/18954658_10154558925479149_3633494118468847430_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1600" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o5Q0N7i4aoE/WYwaQ0pff3I/AAAAAAAAG7A/1Rq1NlHD2ts9sJIB7qMaAHg3lX8ENSBYQCLcBGAs/s400/18954658_10154558925479149_3633494118468847430_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Another Kilometer till Polly Shortts.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I still needed to push ahead for I know it will be tough even after Polly Shortts and that time may not be enough if taken lightly. I literary walked up Polly Shortts and slowly settle into a jog just before hitting the top. The energy was strong there and the long straight with mild rolling hills was on the horizon. 7KM remains.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A couple of Kilometers later, unlike previous years where runners just ran straight, we turned left. I have to admit it make things a little easier as most of it was descending. I tried pushing as hard as possible, but perhaps a little too hard as both legs were then resisting to move. Time was running out and despite the distance markers, it was my first time on this route, I do not know how far and what other hills lies ahead.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The promise I given myself that I will complete Comrades no matter the pain I will endure, I told myself to keep calm and continue hobbling forward. It ain't the ain't till it's the end. Many were struggling around me but we all push forward. The pain will be over soon and with 1KM to go, I picked myself up. The crowd was helping to push everyone forward as time ticks away. Ad as the sun slowly sets on the horizon, the Scotsville race course appeared.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And just when I thought everything will soon be over, as per my previous years where just before entering the stadium, I took out the Jalur Gemilang. But this is where the "main menu" was served where both my legs decides to cramp up big time. Grabbing the flag tightly with one hand and using the other to try to balance myself, I toppled to the side. No, I did not fall to the ground as my right arm supported my ailing self, but I thought that this was it. About 8 minutes was all I left between a successful finish or a DNF. All other runners zoomed into the race course and myself do not know how far ahead still.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Keep calm keep calm. Shake it off! It won't be a DNF after 87KM", as I reminded myself. Pick myself up, stood up, look up and took my first step since falling to the side. Hobbled and limped myself and soon on one end of the race course, I finally saw the finish gantry. And the the final straight came and with the official timer hanging over the gantry showing 4 more minutes, I knew at that time, that I made it home safely. <b><span style="color: red;">11:54:56</span></b> hours in position 13,314 was what it took me to finish my 6th Comrades. which really destroyed me as it took every single will and energy out of me to overcome my demons. But despite my worse ever time, I had a sense of relieve and achievement. Comrades to me will never be a race, but rather a journey.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Just after collecting my medal and badge, I was reunited with Caroline who finished just ahead of me. Both of us were really tired and feeling thrashed from the race but we still managed to get a quick photo taken before we had to bid each other farewell as she had a plane to catch to return to Johannesburg. I also bump into Manette who was waiting for her husband who completed his 20th Comrades for his second green. Awesome! Then just before climbing the dreaded red bridge, it was Pierre who sadly had to pull out of the race.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It was a painful climb at the red bridge where I suffered massive cramps on both my calves again causing me to sit down blocking the walking path. But glad all runners were fine with it and some even offered a helping hand. Eventually after resting, I managed to get myself to the international tent and was reunited with Selva who ran a sub 11 hours for a bronze! Congrats!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was in a lot of pain as standing was really painful but sitting causes cramps. And I was feeling cold too as temperature began to cool with the sun already set. Selva assisted me and got my tote bag where I had extra clothing. And after an hour of rest, we both took a slow walk to the bus station to catch the bus back to Durban where it was a slow journey due to heavy traffic. But both of us was almost knock out during the journey and after arriving back in Durban, I had to walk a pretty far distance, almost 2 miles back to Belaire. And from there, it was a well deserve rest and comes a conclusion to my sixth Comrades.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">* Selva who had been part of my 2014, 2015 and this year's 2017 Comrades sadly passed away 27 June 2017, 3 weeks after completing his third Comrades. Thank you Selva for the memories and we all at Team Malaysia will continue the run for you! Rest in peace! Shosholoza!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-clD3u8z4UYc/WYwWmJkkbtI/AAAAAAAAG6M/EzNkb1ROArwSa7Oashn6RdW3tOW_iH-hACLcBGAs/s1600/18879893_10154555253969149_2158929702285801121_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1600" height="225" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-clD3u8z4UYc/WYwWmJkkbtI/AAAAAAAAG6M/EzNkb1ROArwSa7Oashn6RdW3tOW_iH-hACLcBGAs/s400/18879893_10154555253969149_2158929702285801121_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Thank you Selva.</i></div><br /><b><u>WEST HIGHLAND WAY RACE 2017</u></b><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">3 weeks after Comrades Marathon, my adventure continued at the West Highland Way Race. And like Comrades, I went int this race under prepared and again, it punished me. Almost a week spent at Tydnrum for some final preparation covering 100KM in wet weather conditions, it gave me a little extra confidence. But boy, I was wrong for the weather on race day had it's own plans.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Kept a low profile on this race too and only shared my live tracker with a handful of really close friends to avoid being "laughed" at. *tsk tsk...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I got to Milngavie from Glasgow just before 9PM with Chris whom I bumped into on board the train. We were first to get there and even the race pack collection was not ready yet. The familiar faces from Ian Beattie, Sandra and Sean were already there. And when everything got underway where collection was a breeze, I did a little of the tourist thingy visiting the starting area before meeting and catching up with Alexa. Alexa who supported me last year was part of another team this year whom I met a little while later.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YaH4FY_LiOc/WYwSpNvl_jI/AAAAAAAAG5Y/PCGq8g8t7fsXKJ_OdjPMTtCFSSrcTEj-wCLcBGAs/s1600/19441797_10154609110504149_5182088118316631113_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1600" height="225" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YaH4FY_LiOc/WYwSpNvl_jI/AAAAAAAAG5Y/PCGq8g8t7fsXKJ_OdjPMTtCFSSrcTEj-wCLcBGAs/s400/19441797_10154609110504149_5182088118316631113_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Mr. and Mrs. Race Director.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-huyt1dcTTqU/WYwSs59o2YI/AAAAAAAAG5c/19DMcl1APrM096rK9GETTjEin_2951W0gCLcBGAs/s1600/19242945_10154609336619149_1630771926734298615_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1600" height="225" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-huyt1dcTTqU/WYwSs59o2YI/AAAAAAAAG5c/19DMcl1APrM096rK9GETTjEin_2951W0gCLcBGAs/s400/19242945_10154609336619149_1630771926734298615_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Alexa, always part of the team.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ygmJ7oPbuwE/WYwTStL7CUI/AAAAAAAAG5o/BjGtViwVpvIJgiLnQBcGy1kZFLYVRDSNwCLcBGAs/s1600/19441949_10154609110914149_6406091131347631371_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1600" height="225" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ygmJ7oPbuwE/WYwTStL7CUI/AAAAAAAAG5o/BjGtViwVpvIJgiLnQBcGy1kZFLYVRDSNwCLcBGAs/s400/19441949_10154609110914149_6406091131347631371_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The legendary Norma Borne.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I rested and in a while later, Angela and Tom arrived. Chee Kong will join up the next day from Tyndrum if everything goes as plan. I just rested while waiting for the race to start at 1AM and in the process, meeting up with my friends from John, Helen, Amanda, James, Fiona, Norma and many more. It was good to see them again.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VYoZqEZzgko/WYwSx_1dDeI/AAAAAAAAG5g/EBHHemeV1qwJx1oENE2OETkoJfmuMZ66gCLcBGAs/s1600/19390771_10154609337059149_5519761345020055844_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1600" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VYoZqEZzgko/WYwSx_1dDeI/AAAAAAAAG5g/EBHHemeV1qwJx1oENE2OETkoJfmuMZ66gCLcBGAs/s400/19390771_10154609337059149_5519761345020055844_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>My ever supportive friends, Tom and Angela. THANK YOU for doing this.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nXfbIcfCNlM/WYwS2fX04oI/AAAAAAAAG5k/-4IugbQmY2QQB0RN5ThRSHP7jL92pSM1ACLcBGAs/s1600/19390747_10154609337224149_7892704107792289548_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1600" height="225" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nXfbIcfCNlM/WYwS2fX04oI/AAAAAAAAG5k/-4IugbQmY2QQB0RN5ThRSHP7jL92pSM1ACLcBGAs/s400/19390747_10154609337224149_7892704107792289548_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>With James Stewart, WHWR 2016 champion.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">At 12.30AM, a short race briefing by Ian and Sean got underway before 210 runners were all flagged off at 1AM sharp from Milngavie railway station. Like last year, I started from the front but was quickly passed by the faster runners. Rain was fore-casted an hour later but it never arrive which I was glad. Weather conditions at that time was great for me, neither too cold or humid, which means 2 top layers was what I needed. But things didn't started well as I felt bloated, though not a serious case and with careful management, I should be able to get shake it off.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I knew I wasn't as fast as last year which was part of my plan. I had to keep reminding myself to take it easy for the first half and to arrive at Bridge of Orchy feeling good, else it will be like last year. And with that mindset, everything went well as Noanie who was marshaling near Drymen called out to me in the dark as I slowly run towards the first big climb, Conic Hill.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IW7ugbddocI/WYwU3Vhc4NI/AAAAAAAAG54/IofOPmNLR88tTlV35qnK8-MnZB3kLanbgCLcBGAs/s1600/19243350_10154616118829149_182758464051707305_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IW7ugbddocI/WYwU3Vhc4NI/AAAAAAAAG54/IofOPmNLR88tTlV35qnK8-MnZB3kLanbgCLcBGAs/s400/19243350_10154616118829149_182758464051707305_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Conic Hill ahead!</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Despite a gloomy journey up Conic Hill this time, I was joined by Andrew Paterson as we made it to the top together before the weather started to show it's darker side as it began to rain together with strong wind blowing. Downhill wasn't my forte and I had to be careful from getting blown off while descending from Conic Hill which was slippery.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d1OvGI5iE5Y/WYwSQTOYMvI/AAAAAAAAG5U/n9VI_cMCPqMQWd8zUPd3X1XNuwgPymaXgCLcBGAs/s1600/19243040_10154616119649149_803713106392627588_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d1OvGI5iE5Y/WYwSQTOYMvI/AAAAAAAAG5U/n9VI_cMCPqMQWd8zUPd3X1XNuwgPymaXgCLcBGAs/s400/19243040_10154616119649149_803713106392627588_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>At Conic Hill overlooking the magnificent&nbsp;Loch Lomond.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After the technical section, I was back into the woods where the rain stopped for some reason and I knew the first checkpoint, Balmaha was just ahead where Angela and Tom will be waiting. I was 10 minutes slower than last year but it didn't matter and as planned, a bacon roll with a hot cup of black coffee was waiting, together with some midges. I guess the wind is keeping the midges from coming out at full force which was good news. Breakfast did help with the earlier bloatiness though it didn't get rid of it entirely. After all is done and with the gear checked, Angela walked me to the main road before I restarted my run towards the tough section of Rowardennan and Inversnaid along Loch Lomond.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I7QhQGljk_s/WYwR76UWjzI/AAAAAAAAG5Q/pmj8V7aqRZYY-vsAZenhd5KL-OIMhrx0ACLcBGAs/s1600/19453164_10154616120714149_7107786745071098039_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I7QhQGljk_s/WYwR76UWjzI/AAAAAAAAG5Q/pmj8V7aqRZYY-vsAZenhd5KL-OIMhrx0ACLcBGAs/s400/19453164_10154616120714149_7107786745071098039_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>First check point, Balmaha.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NAVKqedyQPE/WYwRzWcEYdI/AAAAAAAAG5M/hoGlVCJufeUTGLLoZkFaClHeeNgIr-iLACLcBGAs/s1600/19417607_10154616120764149_6782003094104422615_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NAVKqedyQPE/WYwRzWcEYdI/AAAAAAAAG5M/hoGlVCJufeUTGLLoZkFaClHeeNgIr-iLACLcBGAs/s400/19417607_10154616120764149_6782003094104422615_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Bacon roll for breakfast.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j3QSpJZOz20/WYwRYTMidMI/AAAAAAAAG5I/j_14o7YZcvQrDnGybD46ykiKJ_P0u8L3QCLcBGAs/s1600/19402036_10154616124514149_1019955551534116791_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j3QSpJZOz20/WYwRYTMidMI/AAAAAAAAG5I/j_14o7YZcvQrDnGybD46ykiKJ_P0u8L3QCLcBGAs/s400/19402036_10154616124514149_1019955551534116791_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Tackling Rowardennan together with Alan Kerr.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8AR76b8SkVY/WYwVcOmJVhI/AAAAAAAAG6A/ZYRTC9h36q82xwqGjsd7U8hqe3vCfZyFQCLcBGAs/s1600/19466376_10154616124279149_2120630063612911960_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8AR76b8SkVY/WYwVcOmJVhI/AAAAAAAAG6A/ZYRTC9h36q82xwqGjsd7U8hqe3vCfZyFQCLcBGAs/s400/19466376_10154616124279149_2120630063612911960_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><i>Climbing towards Rowardennan.</i><i><br /></i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Weather was holding on as I continue to make my way and with hardly any issues. However, as I near Rowardennan, I got a little sick from my stomach's bloatiness which returned. Alexa was there waiting for her runner as we chatted for a while, while I rested. Noanie was there too.The good thing about Rowardennan this time was there were hardly any midges. I got better after a short rest and continue towards Inversnaid.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bHYR7vOsXGg/WYwRM85dvUI/AAAAAAAAG5E/cnGmmsbEsdoe8MRxgBASVFJygLR7Pol4QCLcBGAs/s1600/19264654_10154616122589149_7539832882237979343_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bHYR7vOsXGg/WYwRM85dvUI/AAAAAAAAG5E/cnGmmsbEsdoe8MRxgBASVFJygLR7Pol4QCLcBGAs/s400/19264654_10154616122589149_7539832882237979343_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Arriving into Inversnaid.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-phB0GcFx6zY/WYwQ4L0TfDI/AAAAAAAAG5A/l9-gDNwb4o8WHdU9aJjn2rTjT1oLRZqaACLcBGAs/s1600/19452880_10154616121519149_581182213677252566_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-phB0GcFx6zY/WYwQ4L0TfDI/AAAAAAAAG5A/l9-gDNwb4o8WHdU9aJjn2rTjT1oLRZqaACLcBGAs/s400/19452880_10154616121519149_581182213677252566_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Ruth welcomes me at Inversnaid.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The path towards Inversnaid will be the preview towards the next section and I had my gloves ready to take on the roots and big rocks which makes up the technical section. And soon, the sound of the waterfall followed by a white building came into view as Ruth together with part of the Mountain Rescue Team was there to welcome the runners. I was craving for something sweet as I salvage the leftovers from the faster runners where I took a bottle of refreshing Lucozade. Thank you to the runner who left it there! Was lucky it didn't act on my stomach and after a quick photo with Ruth and the others, I pushed towards the technical section where I called it the slowest 5 miles of the race where giant roots and rocks awaits. And yes, I meant giant as per compared to big I mentioned earlier.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n8nm2KBnffc/WYwQgQGtB7I/AAAAAAAAG44/w0meTWetiw4iVTGU28Hqf80F2Nk6X8i4ACLcBGAs/s1600/19467860_10154616131734149_2745996134016050887_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n8nm2KBnffc/WYwQgQGtB7I/AAAAAAAAG44/w0meTWetiw4iVTGU28Hqf80F2Nk6X8i4ACLcBGAs/s400/19467860_10154616131734149_2745996134016050887_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The very technical Inversnaid along Loch Lomond.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6sh62J3b9NU/WYwQnI-84CI/AAAAAAAAG48/xdh8AfxciOkDQvmWuJ-4H4e-2ZZwDCWNgCLcBGAs/s1600/19441968_10154616120879149_5534038142674605713_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6sh62J3b9NU/WYwQnI-84CI/AAAAAAAAG48/xdh8AfxciOkDQvmWuJ-4H4e-2ZZwDCWNgCLcBGAs/s400/19441968_10154616120879149_5534038142674605713_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Made it through Inversnaid with Niall.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I left with Alan Carr as we tackled the demanding section before I powered on as the gloves I had on helped a lot with the climbs. I survived the technical part and arrived at the open section where runners will have to climb towards Loch Lomond's end to be greeted with Dario's post. The rain came and went but despite that, I decided to strip down to my base layer which was a good decision made as I was overheating a little in 2 layers.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7yp8IMvNrjQ/WYwQNcEuClI/AAAAAAAAG40/F_MH7g7V30wYdlsQFEF0U7Gre57mhHNNwCLcBGAs/s1600/19488825_10154616129179149_303275924866015131_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7yp8IMvNrjQ/WYwQNcEuClI/AAAAAAAAG40/F_MH7g7V30wYdlsQFEF0U7Gre57mhHNNwCLcBGAs/s400/19488825_10154616129179149_303275924866015131_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>A moment with Dario's post.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Got to Dario's post and spent a little time there thanking the man who brought life to this event before I carry on towards Beignlas Farm. As I approach the check point, I was surprised to see John Kynaston there with his wife and also John Munro who was awaiting for Helen. John Kynaston pulled out of the race at Balmaha due to an injury sustain a couple of weeks ago.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7b4P60vFTzg/WYwPpWLsnAI/AAAAAAAAG4s/inZ7-2emR1IKREptqYB-Hv87XUUFhCs8ACLcBGAs/s1600/19452883_10154616131364149_8929766612497707050_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7b4P60vFTzg/WYwPpWLsnAI/AAAAAAAAG4s/inZ7-2emR1IKREptqYB-Hv87XUUFhCs8ACLcBGAs/s400/19452883_10154616131364149_8929766612497707050_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>With John Kynaston and his lovely wife, Katrina.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I arrived at Beinglas Farm with Angela and Tom welcoming me with Jeni who was supporting Sharon and John Duncan who was marshaling. Took in some minestrone soup and coffee for some calories and alertness for the next section along Clainrarich will be long and demanding due to long climbs. And just before leaving, I had a wee strong hug from all 4 of them but I have to say the one from John Duncan was hilarious, till my coffee was spilled. LOLz...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KCTfhnVfSPg/WYwPdtOHorI/AAAAAAAAG4o/r5WmXDPtUDoIOe_0_ueNwMbCO6zXxfVMQCLcBGAs/s1600/19417477_10154616131709149_3959554582057776339_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KCTfhnVfSPg/WYwPdtOHorI/AAAAAAAAG4o/r5WmXDPtUDoIOe_0_ueNwMbCO6zXxfVMQCLcBGAs/s400/19417477_10154616131709149_3959554582057776339_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>One for the album before leaving Beinglas Farm.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The journey to Auchtertyre via Clainrarich was an uphill battle for there will be long ascends. My legs started to tire and I took a short break at the same spot I did last year, removing my shoes to allow my toes to splay. And when I decided to continue on, the weather started to change and down came the rain. It started with a slight drizzle but that was only the preview of what is to come later.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I made it through Clainrarich crossing without much issue as the path wasn't too wash out from the drizzle but as I entered Ewich Forest, the drizzle became rain and soon, I was wet. I had to power on slowly and watch my core temperature as it slowly became cooler as after all, I am in the woods. And once I got to the opening and road crossing, I was already looking forward to be meeting Angela and Tom again, which I did eventually after arriving in Auchtertyre farm, got myself weight and into the support vehicle.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I rested in the support vehicle as the rain got heavier and also to keep myself warm. Had a tomato sandwich and hot cup of coffee as I rested which I think was little longer than what I had hope for. But the good thing was that the rain returned to drizzle and after a short catch up with Mark Cooper whom I met and ran with last year at Glencoe, I was feeling good again with Angela pacing me. She was training for her upcoming St. Cuthberts Way 100KM so all the running and walking she can get from here will certainly be helpful.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-djWp1hH_p0A/WYwPVG3fjGI/AAAAAAAAG4k/ZIiFWrirgb0D0LIYnWvmHFIkVBEmuvrawCLcBGAs/s1600/19452979_10154616132484149_5110752516399730051_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-djWp1hH_p0A/WYwPVG3fjGI/AAAAAAAAG4k/ZIiFWrirgb0D0LIYnWvmHFIkVBEmuvrawCLcBGAs/s400/19452979_10154616132484149_5110752516399730051_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I was really happy to be able to run with Angela this time.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Just before exiting the farm, a familiar face suddenly appeared from a vehicle. It was Carolyn Hare, the Back 2 Endurance 2016's women's champion! Was great to see her albeit just for a short catch up. The weather turned for the better as I continued on towards Tyndrum with Angela where we both managed to run a little. Going pass By The Way, Kirsty wasn't around to greet us like last year and hence we continued towards Bridge of Orchy. Chee Kong called Angela later who arrived just after we left Tyndrum and said to be meeting us at Bridge of Orchy.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Everything was fine till the under pass, and with 5KM to go till we hit the checkpoint, the weather turned and began to show nature's darker side of things.Rain began to fall and the wind kept building on strength. My core temperature began to drop and seeing how I was struggling, Angela offered me her down jacket and plastic poncho to keep me warm. Seeing little effect it had on me, she hug me as we slowly move together hoping to transfer body heat into me. We were drenched from head to toe as we arrived at the train station where Chee Kong together with Mei-Ee and their little girls (in protective gears) was there waiting for us, as we all made our way into the Bridge of Orchy Hotel to keep warm.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Stomach was showing signs of acting up so I made my early deposit here before taking in 2 cup of hot chocolate which helped a lot. It was a long rest here before I put on some more extra layers of clothing as the journey towards Glencoe will be a long and tough one. Rain was still pouring and wind speed still building, I told Angela to push me as I lost nearly all of my buffer time I built on earlier. I was getting near to being cut-off, and I started to panic. I needed to get to Kinlochleven safely as that was the final cut off point.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Quickly, I got myself to the checkpoint and had my timing chip scanned before hustling on. With the cold condition, I had to keep moving to avoid my core temperature dropping. But moving has it's challenges for I can't keep a good balance for strong winds are blowing from almost every side. Kept reminding that every step forward brings me nearer to Fort William and my next target is to get to Jelly Baby Hills before Inveroran.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Got my sorry self to Jelly Baby Hill where Murdo was awaiting and grab 2 jelly baby candies before continuing on. Another 52KM to go as Jelly Baby Hill marks the 100KM distance of the entire West Highland Way. Descending downwards to Inveroran was quickly done before I got blown off from the highlands and it was a short easy run towards Victoria Bridge with Angela. Then Rannoch Moor began, where the big rocks will thrash most of the tired legs. Traction was poor too and my condition made it even worse.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Last year, most runners were getting burn here but this time round, I was shivering in the cold trying to keep balance and keep moving forward. Everything looks the same and I was in a miserable state. 2 runners, one of them a Finnish caught up and that took my mind away for a while as we spoke about Malaysia as he worked at Lumut before. That also gave Angela some "break" time away from me which I think she will appreciate as I just wasn't the runner she knew. Not that I was grumpy, but it will take a lot to support someone weak like myself.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The duo was stronger in cold conditions and they went ahead while I continued to struggle. Glencoe Ski Resort was near when Chee Kong appeared on the horizon and together, dragged my sorry self to the checkpoint, got my timing chip scanned by the concern marshals and into the resort to keep warm.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yet another cup of hot chocolate to bring my core temperature up before I was "freshen" up. Lorna McMillan who was part of the volunteers here was concerned as I believe I looked pale. Alexa was here too. I wanted another drink and opt for a mocha but it was really terrible. I believe it was just coffee added with some chocolate powder. I slowly sipped on it just to keep warm. Alison McLaren who was Niall McLaren's wife whom I ran along with along Inversnaid was there too and offered me some chips. And surprisingly, I had the appetite and ate everything of it which literally saved my race, else Lorna and even Angela will have pulled me out.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Slowly put on more layers and this time, I had 6 layers on the top, and 3 layers for the bottom. Chee Kong's waterproof shell may have added another top layer but the size was just too big and the wind speed which was up to 50MPH will drag me off balance. With everything in place, I was in for another round of torture towards Kinlochleven. But first, it's to conquer the Devil's Staircase first, and this time, it was Chee Kong's turn to pace me as Angela deserves a well deserved rest.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nhcF2wqGJ5U/WYwO-ZRa3TI/AAAAAAAAG4g/3RWIcLrPpjsX1dlcCE8sU5c_6OoPqbVEwCLcBGAs/s1600/19488649_10154616128529149_1968980752397700455_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nhcF2wqGJ5U/WYwO-ZRa3TI/AAAAAAAAG4g/3RWIcLrPpjsX1dlcCE8sU5c_6OoPqbVEwCLcBGAs/s400/19488649_10154616128529149_1968980752397700455_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>My last photo from my GoPro when I was still feeling all right just before leaving Glencoe.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Immediately out of Glencoe Ski Resort, I was already feeling cold and drenched again as the weather continued on for the worse. But at least I was feeling not too bad after the rest and managed to run a little as I got myself to the foot of the Devil Staircase. It was getting dark and my condition was back to the bad shape earlier. I had to stop a few times to cough it out while ascending the steepest climb of the run. But as I got to the top in the dark, the reward was a can of Pepsi as there was an honesty shop there. Despite being cold and wet, the carbonated drink did help a little especially in bringing back the taste in my mouth.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Descending was very tricky as conditions were like a mini stream flowing downwards into Kinlochleven. The rocks were slippery and I had to watch where I step on and one silly mistake will send me tumbling down which I made. I knew I shouldn't step on the large smooth rock but still I did which caused me to fall on my bum which somehow sent my head torch flying off my head. During the fall, I've used my weaker left arm to support myself which caused some bruising on my palm but somehow which I don't know how, my left knee took quite a big knock. Got stun for a while as Chee Kong helped me up. Disorientated for a moment, I readjusted my gear especially my head torch before continuing on with a sore left knee and bum. But I was still determined. Get myself to Kinlochleven within the cut off time, and I will have plenty of time to drag my sorry self to the finish.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Made it to the woods without any further mishaps and we were shielded from the rain and wind here before a very chatty Sharon Hassan and her pacer Alan Cormack caught up. We moved together and it was absolutely great to have their company as we moved together till the checkpoint where once again Angela and Tom was there to greet me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Had my weight check and immediately I went into the hall to catch a quick nap which eventually became half an hour's nap. Dod Reid was worried about my condition as again I look pale and shivering from the cold. Ate some watermelon and hot minestrone soup which gave me back some colour to my face and that again save my race. Once I am ready, Dod gave me the green light to continue on with Chee Kong pacing me towards Lundavra.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Climbing out from Kinlochleven through the woods, I was passed by a very positive Fiona Rennie with her pacer. And once out of it at the top, it was the long dreaded stretch of Lairig Moor made of never ending horizons and also tiny wet crossings. It was miserable and the weather despite the wind slowing down, was still raining. I was cold, I was wet and I was sleepy. So sleepy that I fell asleep standing twice and Chee Kong had to wake me up.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I can't wait for the view of the mountain rescue team of Patricia Carvalho and Jeff Smith to appear on the horizon and surprisingly, they did, much earlier compared to last year. Exiting from their vehicle and quickly came to my aid, I told them that I wanted a 5 minutes nap in the vehicle which was quickly turned down by Chee Kong. With no choice, I took a short rest only had a cup of Dr. Pepper before continuing on as it will still be a distance away as they were stationed midway this time.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dawn was on the horizon as I finally saw Lundavra. I arrived and caught a quick glimpse of Sharon and Alan just about to leave. Angela was already ready to pace me till Fort William but my body, or rather head had something else in mind. I needed to sleep. Angela allowed me and I was really grateful. 10 minutes nap became 20 minutes but the rain did not stop. I knew I had to continue despite the body retaliating.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Got out of the car after bidding Chee Kong and Tom farewell, and I continue on for the final 10KM. The ground condition was slippery and muddy from the rain as forestry works was underway. Despite feeling really wasted, tired and sleepy, I was determined to get out of the forest quickly for the final 5KM will then be on the tarmac. I felt really sorry but yet grateful to Angela for being with me in these conditions cause I know supporting me is one really tough job. But she did not complain a single bit and kept giving me all the support she can.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Eventually, we made it safely to the final part, the long winding road down to Braveheart car park. The rain was reduced to drizzle and wind had almost disappear. The majestic Ben Nevis was shrouded in clouds and I could see Fort William. Although I know I am almost there, I had no strength to run nor the mood to talk as I took one step at a time.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Once arriving at the Braveheart car park, it was the final stretch. About a mile to go. I tried to run but my legs protested as Fiona once again passed me in a very jovial mood. Believe me cause I was literary in tears not because of the pain but knowing I have gotten this far. The emotions got over me. Once I got near to the roundabout, I "squeezed" out all my remaining strength and told my legs to "Shut up and run" and I did just that with Angela. And finally, after <b><span style="color: red;">30:36:45</span></b> hours spent on the West Highland Way, I arrived safely the Lochaber Leisure Centre, Fort William in position 138 out of 159 finishers in one of the race's harshest weather in history. And with that, my quest for my second crystal goblet comes to a successful end.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jT53wVaLZrA/WYwOZVSia7I/AAAAAAAAG4Y/pRI5u3H_nBM2e2VnxaGTCvYETRklodRoACLcBGAs/s1600/19417390_10154616607289149_8756426894610775207_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="900" height="400" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jT53wVaLZrA/WYwOZVSia7I/AAAAAAAAG4Y/pRI5u3H_nBM2e2VnxaGTCvYETRklodRoACLcBGAs/s400/19417390_10154616607289149_8756426894610775207_o.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Not the best looking but made it safely and alive to Fort William.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ian Beattie the race director together with Carolyn, Sean and other volunteers was there to assist me with my finish. It wasn't the prettiest of finishes as I was shaking and looking pale. And due to that, after taking my weight which was all right, I was brought over to the medical side where Sean and a lady who I didn't get her name, spent some time with me, taking care and making sure I was all right. I was certainly all right as I was pretty chatty at that time and things got better when I got a hot tea.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-doRkMNmqMgM/WYwOgmio1KI/AAAAAAAAG4c/LimSJnMhDQwOuKkuKI7Bv6flwdBBoEgZgCLcBGAs/s1600/19264597_10154616139309149_994809979115456524_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1600" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-doRkMNmqMgM/WYwOgmio1KI/AAAAAAAAG4c/LimSJnMhDQwOuKkuKI7Bv6flwdBBoEgZgCLcBGAs/s400/19264597_10154616139309149_994809979115456524_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>A very tired Team Frank with the people behind the race.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tom and Chee Kong came later and after cleaning up, it was back to our respective hotel for a quick rest before the prize giving ceremony at the Nevis Centre. And as per last year, the ceremony was not only special but a touching one. And when Ian Beattie called out my name, I hobbled down to stage to be greeted and high-fived by Adrian Stott before he handed me my goblet. Sean and John Kynaston was there to witness it as well. And after the end of the ceremony, a quick get together with some fellow friends and runners before I embark on the journey back to Aberdeen.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TT94cLN4slQ/WYwOEhTS8kI/AAAAAAAAG4Q/m99Vahw59gEi0RxIif3E4li7x68skJyrQCLcBGAs/s1600/19467838_10154616139884149_2678571307997260744_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="900" height="400" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TT94cLN4slQ/WYwOEhTS8kI/AAAAAAAAG4Q/m99Vahw59gEi0RxIif3E4li7x68skJyrQCLcBGAs/s400/19467838_10154616139884149_2678571307997260744_o.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Survived my second WHWR.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fiZ3XdC1Hhc/WYwN4NWxTEI/AAAAAAAAG4M/UMO5MakST58jznSbmE9d3YBi_R84EM6GACLcBGAs/s1600/19417290_10154616138539149_3510507657527876664_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1600" height="225" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fiZ3XdC1Hhc/WYwN4NWxTEI/AAAAAAAAG4M/UMO5MakST58jznSbmE9d3YBi_R84EM6GACLcBGAs/s400/19417290_10154616138539149_3510507657527876664_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Friends who made it possible.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AQTSgkH4JA4/WYwNv-ygJvI/AAAAAAAAG4I/LTTx-JrDPGYnFFfu5HjUrXtJTiJGjfCcQCLcBGAs/s1600/19417288_10154616139239149_5982784065040895706_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1600" height="225" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AQTSgkH4JA4/WYwNv-ygJvI/AAAAAAAAG4I/LTTx-JrDPGYnFFfu5HjUrXtJTiJGjfCcQCLcBGAs/s400/19417288_10154616139239149_5982784065040895706_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Dod Reid who almost stopped me at Kinlochleven.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f4vPAIglKxA/WYwOSvKMGWI/AAAAAAAAG4U/6IOs6QpOvA8EmBF8l1Y4TdPwZm41Hhg1gCLcBGAs/s1600/19429959_10154616164629149_1431507992680535362_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="547" data-original-width="686" height="318" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f4vPAIglKxA/WYwOSvKMGWI/AAAAAAAAG4U/6IOs6QpOvA8EmBF8l1Y4TdPwZm41Hhg1gCLcBGAs/s400/19429959_10154616164629149_1431507992680535362_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>My splits at the checkpoints.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Like my sixth Comrades Marathon, my second West Highland Way Race took everything out of me as nature and weather threw everything it had at this skinny weak tropical guy. The wet, cold, windy and tricky conditions was so unlike last year's run and that I nearly got stopped for looking really bad. But pulling out wasn't in my mind throughout the entire duration out there and I am glad I kept my word. And for this, I can't thank Tom and Chee Kong enough for helping me get there. And a special mention to Angela for sticking it through thick and thin with me since last year despite being unwell last year (only found out this year!) and also going through the long hours, distance, tough weather and the challenges that made up this race. And of course, a huge THANK YOU to many more of you who had cared and supported me. Susanah, Ian Beattie, Sandra, Sean, Alexa, Carolyn, Ian Minty, Mark Cooper, Noanie, John Duncan, Chris Paton, Jeni, Sharon Hassan, Alan Cormack, Alan Kerr, John Munro, Helen Munro, Amanda Hamilton, John Kynaston, Alison, Niall, Lorna McMillan, Dod Reid, James Stewart, Patricia Carvalho, Jeff Smith, Yi Zhang and many many more of you. In case I accidentally miss any of you, you know who you are! AYE!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K_aG2gG7e3c/WYwNqOdXknI/AAAAAAAAG4E/jSvoTPKFgvYWm5nO-nosemDVrys2tdaTACLcBGAs/s1600/19679144_10154652502999149_4499582846675486682_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1600" height="225" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K_aG2gG7e3c/WYwNqOdXknI/AAAAAAAAG4E/jSvoTPKFgvYWm5nO-nosemDVrys2tdaTACLcBGAs/s400/19679144_10154652502999149_4499582846675486682_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>6th Comrades and 2nd goblet.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Most of you who have been following my blog all these years would probably noticed the slowing down of me posting updates here. No doubt about that as it has been tough blogging these days. And with these 2 event reports and with a heavy heart, I have decided that I will stop blogging from now onward. One of the reason that these 2 reports took so long despite them being my "A" race was that I can't find any more inspiration, motivation or ideas to carry on blogging. I stared at my blank notebook and just couldn't type anything out. I guess after 11 years of blogging, this is where my "creativeness" has ran dry.<br /><br />Most of you know that the West Highland Way Race last year was my way to mark my first decade of running. Into my second decade now, a few of you know of my plans where I plan to head to and what I am training for. It won't be soon, for I really have to prepare for it. But, I do have a decade ahead of me to sort out my plans for it as I am into rebuilding myself now after a lackluster year 2017 so far. In fact, I have just returned from yet another failed 100 Miler at Craze Ultra, my fifth DNF in my career. It will be a crazy journey forward as I venture into tougher territories and knowing the capabilities I have, there will be more DNFs as I will try to overcome them one step at a time. That's if if I am still able to run, and that's a big IF. And on that part of my journey there, there will be not be any blog entries for it. But instead, I maybe will turn to Facebook for I think it's easier to let the photos log my journey. And perhaps, maybe I will start to be a little more verbal in there.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Anyway, I hope that all my entries all these 11 years long have helped and inspired many runners to go the distance and also learn more about me. It won't be easy to know that I am and will leave the blogging world, but it will certainly bring memories back one day when I am old and not able to run anymore, to read back at the adventures I have done. Thanks to everyone who had been part of it. So yes, this is it, the end of my blog and I shall just let my running (and walking) do the talking. And before signing off, remember that Cancer Ain't A Death Sentence! AYE!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">-<b>BELIEVE</b>-<br /><b>-NEVER TRY, NEVER KNOW-</b></div>Frank Chonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06429803103141435160noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747952783408846314.post-5535000688566719232017-06-21T21:10:00.000+08:002017-06-22T05:15:53.123+08:00Of Highlands, Midges and a Goblet...<div style="text-align: justify;"><i>By Frank</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;">The West Highland Way Race (WHWR), like the Comrades Marathon holds a special place in my running career. It’s after all the race that defined the first decade of my running career and my also longest trail running experience till then. But more important, it’s my Scottish friends and community that makes this race special.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LX8JqHvV8mk/WUkgqA_e_YI/AAAAAAAAG3M/V_bmzb5VDfg05Y5iN4Jk20fexoVCrPzVQCLcBGAs/s1600/15392903_10154057823929149_2441327032956825314_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="643" data-original-width="1200" height="213" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LX8JqHvV8mk/WUkgqA_e_YI/AAAAAAAAG3M/V_bmzb5VDfg05Y5iN4Jk20fexoVCrPzVQCLcBGAs/s400/15392903_10154057823929149_2441327032956825314_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Ran a pretty well deserved race <a href="https://runnerzcircle.blogspot.co.uk/2016/07/west-highland-way-race-2016.html">last year</a> despite breaking down towards the last quarter of the race and suffered numerous irritating bites from the damn midges. Never thought that I will be doing it again since travelling, accommodation and logistic expenses costs a bomb. But when the balloting process got underway last year and that I saw my well earned crystal goblet being lonely alone sitting there, I thought it may look better in a pair, and that I would like to challenge myself again to kick start my second decade (kick started at Route 68 though didn’t have the best ending). And when the ballot results got announced, I was successfully chosen and hence I was in.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;">Training for it like the Comrades Marathon this year didn’t go well. As of this entry, I only had about 555 Miles (888KM - damn lucky) ran between my legs as compared to 1,000 miles the previous year. Comrades will likely give me a benchmark of where I am and running a personal worst of it, I am ready to suffer. There will be concerns though, as I worry the wound on my surgery area before I left for Comrades last month may not hold. It did hold during Comrades though, but the amount of time and stress that I will go through WHWR is twice of it, and that may be an issue. But let's see.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;">Flight to Edinburgh, Scotland got delayed for a day as I missed my connecting flight at Doha as Qatar Airways had to take an alternative route which added an additional hour of flight time to avoid Saudi Arabia and Dubai’s air space due to the gulf situation there. But in a way, I managed to recharge myself up when they provided me with accommodation at Doha with 3 absolutely well deserved meals. And when I got to Edinburgh and the Aberdeen, I was fresh, well except for the sore legs.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xlqtjrIcJCI/WUkg4WCoJQI/AAAAAAAAG3U/Kg6irz8PB_wRI6dwRhgo81gAr8kMq1aEgCLcBGAs/s1600/18955096_10154574206799149_132188767530499574_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xlqtjrIcJCI/WUkg4WCoJQI/AAAAAAAAG3U/Kg6irz8PB_wRI6dwRhgo81gAr8kMq1aEgCLcBGAs/s400/18955096_10154574206799149_132188767530499574_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Completing the Westhill 10K with Chee Kong.</i></div><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;">A week in Aberdeen doing almost nothing until the weekend when I ran the Nicol of Skene Westhill 10K where I clock a 50 minutes over a hilly 10KM route. Not a bad time as it has been a while since I race a 10K. I felt good and I guess my recovery from Comrades has gone pretty well. Then it was off to the highlands, a total of 4 nights over at Tyndrum. Covered 100KM around Crianlarich, Inveroran, Ben Lui and the surroundings there testing out my race gears in horrendous wet conditions. Everything worked instantly well except for my race shoe, the ON CloudVenture Peak where I had to adjust the fitting a few times before I finally found a perfect fit. And from there, I took on the highlands with confidence. Legs were good, core was stable, upper body in the right position and my head was clear. I think I am ready again.<o:p></o:p><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DkXXfy0LtCM/WUp6QotS85I/AAAAAAAAG30/8gPLuCNaYd0WitPsi3DrHG13e9Opn4nXQCLcBGAs/s1600/19221468_10154583676284149_6228351309155439256_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DkXXfy0LtCM/WUp6QotS85I/AAAAAAAAG30/8gPLuCNaYd0WitPsi3DrHG13e9Opn4nXQCLcBGAs/s400/19221468_10154583676284149_6228351309155439256_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Free and alive while training on the highlands.</i></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MBJZeDcVD6s/WUkgxD5A8kI/AAAAAAAAG3Q/2UsB8V-eMNoYjOPSx1O_twXVDPWlWah4QCLcBGAs/s1600/19144087_10154588504779149_681983948468107377_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1600" height="225" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MBJZeDcVD6s/WUkgxD5A8kI/AAAAAAAAG3Q/2UsB8V-eMNoYjOPSx1O_twXVDPWlWah4QCLcBGAs/s400/19144087_10154588504779149_681983948468107377_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The ON CloudVenture Peak is now ready to take on the highlands.</i></div><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;">Always sad to leave Tyndrum for it’s a place that I am away from the noises and distractions. And before I return to Aberdeen, it was a short trip to Glasgow where I had a quick catch-up with Chris who will be running his first WHWR and also Angela who will be part of my team again. Thank you Angela for doing this again! After having done the race last year and knowing what to expect, we had a quick discussion and planning over dinner at Pipers’ Tryst before calling it a night.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mk7MLPvRmnU/WUkhJJe0FVI/AAAAAAAAG3Y/_57y7Z9XacMPf8qyYeCF09oE7Tbd8NIqACLcBGAs/s1600/19143865_10154314261085834_3266698380962536184_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1146" data-original-width="1440" height="317" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mk7MLPvRmnU/WUkhJJe0FVI/AAAAAAAAG3Y/_57y7Z9XacMPf8qyYeCF09oE7Tbd8NIqACLcBGAs/s400/19143865_10154314261085834_3266698380962536184_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Good catch up with Chris.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IBP6fgIUAZM/WUkhQwxaBBI/AAAAAAAAG3c/fdaAJ5aQZ24ZfgV4yQblyRak6lVzP_uawCLcBGAs/s1600/19243170_10154589673709149_7121153360825574838_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1600" height="225" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IBP6fgIUAZM/WUkhQwxaBBI/AAAAAAAAG3c/fdaAJ5aQZ24ZfgV4yQblyRak6lVzP_uawCLcBGAs/s400/19243170_10154589673709149_7121153360825574838_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Race planning and catching up with Angela over dinner.</i></div><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;">Overslept the next day and didn’t manage to run around Glasgow as I had to catch the train back to Aberdeen. And once in Aberdeen, it’s all about preparing my race gears and resting the body. A little running around the Old Deeside way to keep the legs moving but it’s all about recovering and hence there is plenty of healthy eating before returning to Glasgow on Thursday to rest up there for a night.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cOLW64ZEcig/WUkhgV3_8ZI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OiG7rDI_mScUknaatBNNg8_t7tu3m4krwCLcBGAs/s1600/19143696_10154592381359149_5108481593854695306_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1600" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cOLW64ZEcig/WUkhgV3_8ZI/AAAAAAAAG3g/OiG7rDI_mScUknaatBNNg8_t7tu3m4krwCLcBGAs/s400/19143696_10154592381359149_5108481593854695306_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Lobster feast at Aberdeen with the usual gang.</i></div><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;">Plan was to get to Milngavie by 9PM Friday where I will register myself and to meet and greet my friends and fellow runners before a little time for myself to chill out before the race gets underway at 1AM (8AM Malaysian time), Saturday, 24 June 2017.<o:p></o:p><br /><br />Looking forward to the journey and experience again over the Scottish highlands. Am glad and honoured that I am given the same race number as last year at number 10. Thanks Ian. Should be 11 as this is my 11 year of running after all but it's always nice to stick with a special one. Though Alexa and Edmund won’t be crewing for me this year, I am glad that Angela and Chee Kong are still part of my team. And a warm welcome to Tom Anderson who will be joining this year. Thank you everyone for taking time off for this! And despite me mentioning that I am ready at the above paragraph, I know that it will be tough 152KM and also equally tough for my team. I won’t be expecting to improve on my time as completing the race is the main goal. Struggle I will, but like Comrades this year, I know in my heart that this can be done and it will be an unforgettable journey yet again. To the organisers, volunteers and community, a big shout out to you all. And to all 213 runners, “Let’s go get that Goblet!”.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mYD5mVDhKLk/WUkh-KHPdhI/AAAAAAAAG3k/-r-ATQyWW5E2ScUL8euIsGFBKrrgKFfhQCLcBGAs/s1600/13474995_10153629109429149_2105316050021008547_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="590" data-original-width="1600" height="146" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mYD5mVDhKLk/WUkh-KHPdhI/AAAAAAAAG3k/-r-ATQyWW5E2ScUL8euIsGFBKrrgKFfhQCLcBGAs/s400/13474995_10153629109429149_2105316050021008547_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><i>From last year.</i></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p></o:p></div>Frank Chonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06429803103141435160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747952783408846314.post-41332442819116688462017-05-30T10:30:00.000+08:002017-05-30T10:59:30.431+08:00For 6th and 2nd...<div style="text-align: justify;"><i>By Frank</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It will be my 6th Comrades in a matters of days time. It's all happening this Sunday, 4 June 2017. Then 3 weeks later on 24 June 2017, it will be my second at the West Highland Way Race (WHWR). And this time, it's more on completing it rather than clocking a new personal best as build-up to it was just a bumpy ride.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Unlike previous years, there was no monthly report card from me this time. Due to work commitments as I ventured into a new career (more like returning to revive a previous setup), I know the first half of year 2017 will be a tough one in terms of running. Going into the year with a DNF from <a href="http://runnerzcircle.blogspot.my/2016/11/bromo-tengger-semeru-ultra-2016.html">BTS 100</a> last year and a barely made it Comrades qualifier, and starting it with my second attempt at <a href="http://runnerzcircle.blogspot.my/2017/03/vibram-hong-kong-100-ultra-trail-race.html">Vibram HK100</a>, I tried my best and did all I could to get my mileage into my legs. All I got was 3 races thus far and with 2 successful one despite clocking poor timing. Then another DNF at Route 68 Challenge, managing only 63KM out of 168KM.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3uVPFnI28E/WSuSrjCot_I/AAAAAAAAG2g/QKf-RPi61SYGqW0CyLpjEriJHOhskwqVgCLcB/s1600/PackList17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="618" data-original-width="1443" height="171" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3uVPFnI28E/WSuSrjCot_I/AAAAAAAAG2g/QKf-RPi61SYGqW0CyLpjEriJHOhskwqVgCLcB/s400/PackList17.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Packing list.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Work was horrendous and I was deprived of sleep and rest. Just couldn't find the strength to run. I did what I could cause running isn't just about running. I tried to build strength in other areas but I knew it wasn't going to be enough especially when we are talking running long distances. It's all about mileage and that was missing.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And besides training, most around me knew what had happened between me and Saucony Malaysia. No longer I am their ambassador despite being offered a new contract as the new team behind it is just basically pure bullSh1T! Promises after promises made, marketing methods that I am just so not agreeable for and lousy services provided, it's best for me to be staying away from them. Myself and the previous team had worked so hard to build to what it is today, and we are deeply saddened to see how it became now. Till at least the current brand manager whom is an embarrassment to the brand leaves, there will be no way I am going back to them. No your initials does not make you part of the brand! Oh and yes. I am no longer the admin for the Facebook site too as you probably have notice the standard of English there. But I am glad I have good friends from Saucony global so technically, there isn't any problem with the brand but rather the local distributor here. In fact, I will still be visiting them during my visit this time. And trust me, it hurts to be saying these above for it's a brand that I am closely attached to.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aWedDdXIwo0/WSzSBkjr0VI/AAAAAAAAG28/zYfr7w7dv8s4k6A9OO1qXceng8G2-IrnQCLcB/s1600/18620545_10154515651634149_5080457326837242836_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1600" height="225" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aWedDdXIwo0/WSzSBkjr0VI/AAAAAAAAG28/zYfr7w7dv8s4k6A9OO1qXceng8G2-IrnQCLcB/s400/18620545_10154515651634149_5080457326837242836_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The "CloudTroopers" as I will call them.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">With no race shoes (despite being promised that I will have them), I am glad that another company took note of me. Enter ON, from Switzerland. I was a little skeptical with the shoes as I didn't like them at all, at least on the earlier generations. But as they move forward, the have streamlined their models and I was offered the ON Cloud model to try on. Then came the CloudFlow which felt really close to the Kinvara which I have became so accustomed to. No, don't get me wrong. I wasn't offered a contract to be their ambassador but rather involved in their seeding program first. At least I needed to know and feel if the shoes work for me, else I am no different to those whom I call "Play take only!". and those that only have interest to their own. And if it works, and if they really offered me a contract, then maybe I will think really hard about this. But for now, I am really thankful and grateful that ON stepped in just in time for my shoes for both Comrades Marathon and West Highland Way Race was finally chosen and settled for. The On CloudFlow and CloudVenture Peak it is, for both models I have tested since late March 2017.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LP0Xzy-gAgk/WSuT9eMB56I/AAAAAAAAG2s/2MZb_uPzuycZtCFY2QGiNahRUZYJTKELwCLcB/s1600/20170529_112248.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="899" data-original-width="1600" height="223" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LP0Xzy-gAgk/WSuT9eMB56I/AAAAAAAAG2s/2MZb_uPzuycZtCFY2QGiNahRUZYJTKELwCLcB/s400/20170529_112248.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>From 5, 2 was chosen. The ON CloudVenture Peak for WHWR and CloudFlow for Comrades.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Moving forward to May 2017, I finally found some time to actually run. With Tropicana closure in mid May, my running finally return as I chased down some pretty good quality mileage among my legs. I felt alive and honestly did not felt happier running. I am finally back! Then a week before I am schedule to fly, my problematic tooth where my wisdom tooth was extracted last September decided to give me some problems. A quick check with the dentist reveals that there were 2 options. To remove it or to have a root canal procedure. I don't think either is suitable for it may bring down my immune system and hence we decided on a temporary emergency measure, to remove some nerves from it and to patch it back. It should be able to do the trick I hope and by the next day, the pain was gone, well at least temporary and I hope that it will last. But sadly it didn't and the discomfort returned 3 days later. Another emergency procedure was done in patching it back, but this time at another dentist near to my work place and I hope it will be a better job. It certainly looks better and I really hope that it will hold.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">For the first time, I will be flying Qatar Airways with a transit at Doha. Looking forward after hearing much positive things about this airline. And from South Africa I will leave for Scotland the day after Comrades and will be arriving at Edinburgh before heading to Aberdeen via the train. Then I will lay off a little by visiting Tyndrum and Glasgow as I prepare for the big WHWR. A plan recovery at a "new destination" next before heading home with Chee Kong and family to Malaysia on the first weekend of July. Yeap, that's a total of 38 days away and am certainly looking forward to it after a hectic first half of the year. However with all the terrorist attack around the world with one recently happening at UK, it is definitely worrying. Nevertheless, positive vibes it is.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">To close off this entry and despite only clocking 612KM since January 2017, what I can promise is that I will not DNF both of these races unless I break down physically. My mental will keep thrive over pain, my past will be strength, my experience will guide me, my dear friends will be my pillar and you will keep me going. My sixth Comrades and my quest for my second goblet. I am BACK!</div>Frank Chonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06429803103141435160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747952783408846314.post-54796808124322843232017-04-06T19:17:00.000+08:002017-04-06T23:27:55.726+08:00Gunung Nuang Ultra 2017...<div style="text-align: justify;">Event: Gunung Nuang Ultra 2017</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Venue: Gunung Nuang, Pangsun, Hulu Langat</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Date 26 February 2017</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Time: 6.30AM</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Distance: 12 hours looping on 10KM loop</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shoe: Saucony Xodus 6.0</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>By Frank</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My third year in a row outing at Gunung Nuang Ultra (GNU) and my second race of the year. Something I certainly look forward to but certainly physically not prepared for it as my fitness level has dropped tremendously due to my hectic work.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I woke up to a sore upper back. However to my surprise, it wasn't my usual left side but instead it was for the first time, the right side. Had difficulties turning my neck and tried to stretch it away but to no avail. After the usual and with more than enough time, I rook a slow long drive to Pangsun which took me about an hour. Arriving there, I learnt that I am not the only early one as the main car park was already fully filled leaving me park at the entrance. Not too bad for a parking spot anyway as it was just next to the guard house.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Made my way to the hut to drop of my drop bag and prepare myself before the urge to make my "deposit". To my horror, my usual secret toilet was locked off and I had to use the dirtier public toilet. But when one needs to go, he needs to go.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Fast forwarding ahead, I was hanging out with Jeff and Wai Hong and the start line which eventually led me to start at the front later. And at 6.30AM sharp, after a short briefing, some close to 300 runners were set loose to loop from the foot hill to Lolo and back for 12 hours.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Due to the heavy downfall yesterday evening, the surroundings was humid and the first stretch up which was made up of cement pavement was really slippery. Slowly making my way up while trying to balance myself wasn't easy and it required additional strength and attention. I believe most was struggling as I passed some other runners ahead. Not many of them but they were good runners and this showed how tough it was. Only a few zoomed into the darkness ahead.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Eventually, I entered the trail section after a Kilometer. Things didn't get any easier as the rocky sections was just as slippery and also certain patches were muddy. This is Gunung Nuang at one of it's toughest., at least from my previous visits here. A mile into the race, the first hut is where an extra water station was set up by the organisers. Good effort from them as this will be helpful in the later stages.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I pushed on alone till the mid span where it then began to drop. From there slowly, runners after runners soon began to caught up and eventually passing me as I tried to find balance as I headed towards the u-turn point at Lolo. Got there safely and there were signs of dawn. Head torch was still needed though as I made my way down. It was relatively much easier compared to the journey up earlier, as I waited for the morning sunlight to break into the forest.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It was getting congested too with runners from the opposite directions filling up the tight running space. But was glad that most runners were courteous to give way to each other. And when the surroundings finally brighten up, it was time to remove my head torch and it was a sense of relieve fro my head.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Halfway down, I spotted a runner sitting my the side. Sensing something was amidst, I asked if he was all right. He replied that he was experiencing cramps on his quads as I helped him stretch a little before helping him get back up once he mentioned that he had felt relieve. Glad to be able to help as I continued my journey down and eventually completing my first loop with some extra little effort, especially in trying to keep my mid off my sore upper back.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DcUhm1iM9Ko/WOZcJtSBrLI/AAAAAAAAG18/-Gd2SszxtzQIZ_YvlNXlgF7TO-b0teQpgCLcB/s1600/17038618_1833320733621932_5028146738234928214_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DcUhm1iM9Ko/WOZcJtSBrLI/AAAAAAAAG18/-Gd2SszxtzQIZ_YvlNXlgF7TO-b0teQpgCLcB/s400/17038618_1833320733621932_5028146738234928214_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The face says it all. I am not really enjoying myself.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Quickly took in some crackers and deposited my head torch back into my drop bag before continuing on my second loop. Was already struggling and things doesn't look too good as I slowly walked up the first stretch as the cement pavement despite the break of dawn was still slippery. I was already on survival mode and it was still 4 more loops to go to meet the minimum requirements. But the most important thing was that I am still positive and was still pushing on, hoping to meet 6 loops which was the same distance I did the past 2 editions.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zf0TmWMpE0M/WOZbxT7lTaI/AAAAAAAAG10/BBkBz8mVVIgmRm6Z3BOQRDJyNRiTeQMPgCLcB/s1600/16903534_1218637481567568_3102274854405211786_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="323" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zf0TmWMpE0M/WOZbxT7lTaI/AAAAAAAAG10/BBkBz8mVVIgmRm6Z3BOQRDJyNRiTeQMPgCLcB/s400/16903534_1218637481567568_3102274854405211786_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Got "snipe" by a Taariq who was hiding behind the bushes.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Nothing dramatic except for the dip in strength and energy for my second and third loop before I decided to stop for my lunch break. Was hungry and was hoping the food will help me regain some strength as I rested my legs. And while doing so, I took the opportunity to remove and shoes and socks to check out on the burning sensation I was experiencing on my right heel. And to my horror, my Drymax socks has begun to tear there. I didn't blame the socks though as it was foolish of me to choose this pair as it had already served me close to 1,000KM worth of running.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9V2Rkm2WhDY/WOZb_MLmbKI/AAAAAAAAG14/JuMKVgM8TK0j_pYorgPwqsj_qhP7RO4HQCEw/s1600/20170226_164151.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9V2Rkm2WhDY/WOZb_MLmbKI/AAAAAAAAG14/JuMKVgM8TK0j_pYorgPwqsj_qhP7RO4HQCEw/s400/20170226_164151.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>After close to 1,000KM, my Drymax decided to call it a day.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Anyway, lunch was simple fried rice and it was enough to satisfy my hunger. Readjusted my socks higher so that the hole won't be rubbing on my heel. It did the trick for a while as I went on for my fourth loop, but the socks eventually fell back. Despite still walking (and struggling), the socks was still irritating my heel and I decided to stop by at the first hut a mile up to have it readjusted again. Then an idea struck me. To change sides and that help did the trick as my left foot was slightly larger.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MAROPt7TlGo/WOZcrtYllRI/AAAAAAAAG2I/DWlRVBZrD0kQzBg4dqqFdKRto4RUPUT1ACLcB/s1600/GOPR5410_1488099272435_high.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MAROPt7TlGo/WOZcrtYllRI/AAAAAAAAG2I/DWlRVBZrD0kQzBg4dqqFdKRto4RUPUT1ACLcB/s400/GOPR5410_1488099272435_high.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Run Anywhere with the Saucony Xodus, Nomad TR and Peregrine.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Knowing at this point of time that I will not be able to hit 6 loops, I took my time and was aiming for the huts along the way up and down. Some I passed, but some I took the opportunity to rest and that helped me complete my fourth loop without much hassle and also blister free on my heel.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The start of my fifth loop was a mentally challenging one. I wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible but my tired body was hesitating. But after a couple of ice popsicle, I began my journey and eventually caught up with Kim Song and Amanda. Kim Song was struggling with some cramps as I told him to use my strategy of aiming for the huts along the way an opportunity to rest a little before continuing on. We both then arrived at the hut a mile from the bottom and rested a while there while I check on my heel which was relatively still blister free. Phew...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lyrYizc5TcY/WOZch-s_NFI/AAAAAAAAG2E/6LoAKuppGDA1DEjrCU6wBB8dp5rggiQ0gCLcB/s1600/16992294_10209890688437232_3737470249887076161_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lyrYizc5TcY/WOZch-s_NFI/AAAAAAAAG2E/6LoAKuppGDA1DEjrCU6wBB8dp5rggiQ0gCLcB/s400/16992294_10209890688437232_3737470249887076161_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Feeling pump for my final descent.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After a pretty lengthy rest, I resumed on my journey upwards, feeling a little pumped up now. No I didn't run, but I did feel that I was walking faster, well a little. I took a little breather at the next hut to wait up with Kim Song and Amanda. However, the wait was longer than I expected and that they both did not arrive, and at that point of time, I guess Kim Song has made the call to turn back down.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I continued on running when I can, and walk when I couldn't. That gave me the extra push to arrive at Lolo for the fifth time. And at this time, I found out that they were quickly running out of water here which I relatively told myself that there won't a be sixth for me then. And with that, I started my journey down for one final time which I was really glad. And being glad will mean that I am going faster too!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As I made my journey down, I was reminding the others that they were quickly running out of water at the u-turn point. Some was shocked to hear that while some others did not bother. I gave away my water to one of the runners too as I won't bee needing much of it. With the last mile to go, I was still reminding others to fill up the hut there before making their way up and eventually caught up with Hazel who is on her way down. And from here onwards, I walked with her while chatting away till we both arrived at the bottom completing my fifth loop in <span style="color: red;">9:08:47</span> hours.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v3bQ0vf1NSI/WM_FYvMXDbI/AAAAAAAAG1c/3XRouSmxbDo6sXOpQ5nTtYg1att46WuYwCLcB/s1600/GNU17%2BREsults.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="248" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v3bQ0vf1NSI/WM_FYvMXDbI/AAAAAAAAG1c/3XRouSmxbDo6sXOpQ5nTtYg1att46WuYwCLcB/s400/GNU17%2BREsults.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>My splits.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Looking at my time, I could have gone for my sixth loop and finishing it just in time before the 12 hour cut-off. However, I have made up m mind at that time that I will stop at my fifth and be realistic with my current fitness level. To continue will be a struggle to my body and a higher risk of injury. Besides, the u-turn point at Lolo has probably ran out of water too. So yeah, overall I am satisfied with my third edition. Despite much slower than my previous two, I had to be realistic and to accept that I am coming back from square one and that I have been extremely busy with the new business venture. To complete the minimum five loops is already an achievement for me and it will also be a good training run for me.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLCtdk0bD5c/WOZc08oaBKI/AAAAAAAAG2M/B5pOns23gesleR6w0q569yIk25bfIQ6rACLcB/s1600/20170226_165835.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLCtdk0bD5c/WOZc08oaBKI/AAAAAAAAG2M/B5pOns23gesleR6w0q569yIk25bfIQ6rACLcB/s400/20170226_165835.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>All in a day's work.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Took time to refuel the body from what is left over of the food. Oranges, bananas and some vermicelli and that was good enough for the craving body. Wai Hong was kind enough to offer me a place to shower at his room as I quickly cleaned myself up before leaving Gunung Nuang for a long drive home.<br /><br />And once again, many thanks to the organising committee and volunteers for another enjoyable edition of the Gunung Nuang Ultra. But honestly, I didn't enjoy myself too much this year due to lack of fitness. But despite clocking my worst this year round, I am already waiting for next year's edition! Yeah yeah.. I am looking for trouble. :p</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">* Photos here credited to the respective photographers. Thank you.</div>Frank Chonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06429803103141435160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747952783408846314.post-88307315363648518982017-03-08T22:30:00.000+08:002017-03-08T22:46:44.570+08:00Vibram Hong Kong 100 Ultra Trail Race 2017...<div style="text-align: justify;">Event: Vibram Hong Kong 100 Ultra Trail Race 2017</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Venue: Pak Tam Chung, Hong Kong</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Date: 14 January 2017</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Time: 8.00AM</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Distance: 100KM</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shoe: Saucony Xodus 6</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>By Frank</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;">The Vibram Hong Kong 100 Ultra Trail Race (HK100) holds a special place in my running career. It’s after all, my first 100KM trail race that sparked my interest in running through nature and the demanding challenges but yet beautiful aspects it has to offer. And in a way, it’s also the race that I got to be introduced and to befriend a dear friend of mine 4 years ago.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;">No, I did not run the HK100 4 years ago, but in fact I only ran it once back in year 2015. With an unsuccessful ballot results from last year which in a way was a blessing considering the race had to be cancelled after 20 hours due to the freezing conditions which left the roads of the highest point of the race course at Tai Mo Shan (Big Hat Mountain), to be frozen, I tried my luck again to return to better my results for one final time (do you believe in me?).<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;">With the ballot results announced in late September 2016, I was glad that I managed to get in this time together with Yee Hoo. However, quite a few including Yan Leng did not get it. But it was a chance not to be missed and with swift action, I laid out a plan with Yee Hoo and quickly made our purchase and bookings for our flights and accommodation.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;">Fast forwarding to December 2016, just after my final race of the year at the Putrajaya 78KM, I was struck down with migraine. Coincidently, my HK100 race back in 2015 was also affected by it, the only difference was it was during the race back then. From migraine, I was then affected by a bad diarrhoea followed by fever and cough. It was just plain bad luck for me and thus affected my preparation for this race. I did almost no running and knew that it will affect both my physical strength and also cardio fitness. All that I have built the last 3 years that gave me my best Comrades results and my achievement at the West Highland Way Race is gone.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;">After a long whole month of battling the above illness, and with just a week more to go till the race, I was again struck down by a sudden cough which prolonged till race day, and even when I was blogging this. I knew back then, it was a race to suffer or maybe to even pull out somewhere during the course should my condition is bad.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F7tsKgaZwaA/WL9qNfC7JpI/AAAAAAAAGzk/wLjijYKSSwEF5Jyoh6VYnjof1prCEI39gCLcB/s1600/elevation_profile.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="248" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F7tsKgaZwaA/WL9qNfC7JpI/AAAAAAAAGzk/wLjijYKSSwEF5Jyoh6VYnjof1prCEI39gCLcB/s400/elevation_profile.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;"><u><b>Thursday, 12 January 2017</b></u><o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;">On Thursday, 12 January 2017, I travelled to Hong Kong with Yee Hoo and William from Johor on board the first Air Asia flight out at 6.30AM. Flight was smooth and by 4 hours later, we touched down and immediately started doing the necessity like getting ourselves sim card, travel card and of course getting to the place we are staying, Ah Shan hostel at Mong Kok. Bus 21 and everything was simply familiar and by close to an hour later, we found ourselves at the busy district.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vh8DnH-dQNY/WMATRx0zJJI/AAAAAAAAGz4/FJGbkEizGqo5yqZckfyTMk_zOr8Y5zCKACLcB/s1600/16179358_10154180013264149_2807422723055412799_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vh8DnH-dQNY/WMATRx0zJJI/AAAAAAAAGz4/FJGbkEizGqo5yqZckfyTMk_zOr8Y5zCKACLcB/s400/16179358_10154180013264149_2807422723055412799_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Touching down at Hong Kong Aiport with Yee Hoo and William.</i></div><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;">Checked into our tiny “pigeon hole” room, and it was off to Action X Store at Sheung Wan to collect our race pack after a quick lunch of porridge Sea View Congee shop below our hostel. Boarded the wrong train though but was quickly to realise it. Was glad that there wasn’t much of participants arriving yet and hence we managed to collect our race packs pretty smoothly before heading off to Racing The Planet where Yee Hoo was the first casualty to fall prey to the urge of buying running gears.<o:p></o:p><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ctYxIAwNBtw/WMAY4I_zeiI/AAAAAAAAG1I/X6whoxZRrScDP7pdpiyh0HNLUy44WsKAgCLcB/s1600/20170112_123654.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ctYxIAwNBtw/WMAY4I_zeiI/AAAAAAAAG1I/X6whoxZRrScDP7pdpiyh0HNLUy44WsKAgCLcB/s400/20170112_123654.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Tiny room for 2 at Ah Shan hostel.</i></div></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;">Returned back to the hostel to prepare our race gear which consisted of a drop bag for the halfway 52KM point and also finish point of the race. Rest up before heading out for dinner nearby having some beef noodles. Nothing much else later as all 3 of us were really tired and hence called it an early night.<o:p></o:p><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7YHr8kLPhZU/WMAZEUc4biI/AAAAAAAAG1M/1ROXnkKRrG4qiXyqgerbayg6i27K-WvxwCLcB/s1600/20170112_193645.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7YHr8kLPhZU/WMAZEUc4biI/AAAAAAAAG1M/1ROXnkKRrG4qiXyqgerbayg6i27K-WvxwCLcB/s400/20170112_193645.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>My race gear all laid out.</i></div></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;"><u><b>Friday, 13 January 2017</b></u><o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;">By 8.30AM, the 3 of us were ready to explore Hong Kong. First stop was of course breakfast just below where we had Hong Kong’s famous polo bun and simple plain noodle soup with some slice meat before we went to the Museum of History at Tsim Tsa Tsui. 2 hours there learning about Hong Kong’s long history before we headed off to the seaside to enjoy the breeze and also the view of Hong Kong city. But sadly, the Avenue of Stars was closed for a major renovation which will last till about year 2020.<o:p></o:p><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SsOmGmnpBbY/WMAViBk7JpI/AAAAAAAAG0g/a9CKGpRZPFIrJn37VNfX4c2I7An-kQLkgCLcB/s1600/16113233_10154180031274149_2354568889446232908_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SsOmGmnpBbY/WMAViBk7JpI/AAAAAAAAG0g/a9CKGpRZPFIrJn37VNfX4c2I7An-kQLkgCLcB/s400/16113233_10154180031274149_2354568889446232908_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>At Victoria Harbour water front.</i></div></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;">Short walk around Tsim Tsa Tsui before heading back to Mong Kok to visit the running stores there basically All Weather, Overlander and Blue Mountain Sports. William was the second casualty where he bought a pair of running shorts while yours truly was the third where I bought a complete set of the new generation of BV Sport top and half tights at Blue Mountain Sports. I was a happy buyer though. Jeff arrived and met us there before we returned to the hostel to rest up before meeting Foo and Vivien for dinner at Fa Yuen Street Market. Just a simple dinner among us before it was lights out for the mountains awaits the next day.<o:p></o:p><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w4Agcz6q9_s/WMAVCCYwLwI/AAAAAAAAG0Y/LubeEbk2ykU8NT0CdBPU9aNFyaTqkD0ZgCLcB/s1600/15974889_10154180036404149_7848081095232855427_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w4Agcz6q9_s/WMAVCCYwLwI/AAAAAAAAG0Y/LubeEbk2ykU8NT0CdBPU9aNFyaTqkD0ZgCLcB/s400/15974889_10154180036404149_7848081095232855427_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>A simple pre-race dinner.</i></div></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><u>Race day. Saturday,14 January 2017</u></b><o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;">Didn’t manage to get a good sleep due to my cough. Hope it didn’t affect Yee Hoo though. And I must highlight the very irritating WhatsApp messages that were coming in late. Yes, I understand those are wishes for the race but to text late into the night, I don't think those are good vibes. This isn't the first time happening and despite turning off the phone's sounds and vibrations (not everyone does that), there is always the notification light. And when you realised that I did not reply your message, it will mean I am pissed!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">All pre-race rituals went smoothly before I joined them for breakfast downstairs at Sea View. It was drizzling and it was cold. The weather forecast so fast has been correct, but I believe our race gears are well prepared for it, I hope. Once breakfast was done, we returned to our room to get our gears before flagging down taxis after taxis to get to the race start at Pak Tam Chung, Sai Kung. Familiar faces from the Malaysian contingent appeared, from Tey, Keng Koon, Warren Lim, Warren Mok, Sook Ann and more. Myself, Yee Hoo, William and Jeff was last to leave at 6.45AM but time was sufficient. The only thing was that our taxi driver was a little chatty and I had trouble resting through the journey as he chatted with Jeff.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />We arrived at Pak Tam Chung about 40 minutes later. It was still drizzling and the venue was wet and a little on the cold side. Quickly made our bags deposit and headed to the bushes to relieve ourselves as the queue for the toilets was just too long. The usual Malaysian contingent group photos session was next before we headed off to the sub 24 hours start area to prepare for the start. It was a wave start this year with 5 minutes interval in between and hence this is going to be the third wave.</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0IPbq5a3RDg/WMAVU-uHigI/AAAAAAAAG0c/SJ-HFIOsqNQFhbYFbgARGQ2vGjNUN4KYwCLcB/s1600/15994819_10154180038519149_2156542629635708695_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0IPbq5a3RDg/WMAVU-uHigI/AAAAAAAAG0c/SJ-HFIOsqNQFhbYFbgARGQ2vGjNUN4KYwCLcB/s400/15994819_10154180038519149_2156542629635708695_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Looking fresh before the 100KM struggle.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">11 minutes after the first wave started, it was our turn as I wished Yee Hoo and William a safe race. I was in no hurry as the front pack will probably be packed with runners entering the MacLehose Trail and hence took my time. After close a Kilometer later, indeed the entrance to the trail was stuck as runners slowly form a single line. I was glad I was William and hence had someone to talk to. Hahaha...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As frustrating as it was being not able to run but to walk for about the next 4KM or so, I was actually prepared for it. But with the cool weather, it will only mean that there will be the urge to pee. With almost no place to go to and with too many people around, I held on. Slowly, I forgot about it but suddenly, I felt hungry instead. &nbsp;Breakfast was too early earlier and guess I have to hold till I arrive at the East Dam support station which was located 11KM from the start.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Finally, after being stuck behind human traffic for about slightly more than an hour, I arrived with William at one of the dams with the ocean greeting us from one side. Spectacular view but first things first as we headed to the bushes to relieve ourselves before climbing the roads up to the area above. We then quickly set off as the roads here were wide enough to break free and that we did. I bump into Keng Koon during the climb, chatting with him for a while before resuming my run with William. Had fun throughout and I was trigger happy snapping photos of the beautiful surroundings when suddenly, a familiar face caught me. It was David, my fellow Comrades from Singapore. Meeting him annually at the Inchanga climb at Comrades Marathon, I hope East Dam here won't be our annual meet up. Hahaha...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f2wPllFTHjM/WMAWHOgvn-I/AAAAAAAAG0o/jaaYyKFYS7wBF7bEVTZD3W6lgFTfKyRFQCLcB/s1600/15974995_10154180059219149_381517903546571011_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f2wPllFTHjM/WMAWHOgvn-I/AAAAAAAAG0o/jaaYyKFYS7wBF7bEVTZD3W6lgFTfKyRFQCLcB/s400/15974995_10154180059219149_381517903546571011_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Having fun with a Japanese "Spiderman" runner.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OtDlZ6tiQKc/WMAV4-ID-CI/AAAAAAAAG0k/KAZ1drKLXskc-k6eOlucqUxcssiE89XnACLcB/s1600/16177762_10154180066684149_6914632315435101532_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OtDlZ6tiQKc/WMAV4-ID-CI/AAAAAAAAG0k/KAZ1drKLXskc-k6eOlucqUxcssiE89XnACLcB/s400/16177762_10154180066684149_6914632315435101532_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Meeting my fellow Comrades David at East Dam.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FIrMC5mTBG0/WL6skwGGj4I/AAAAAAAAGzE/BhNg96QXibI-OsyLRI1X-PFTtKgbm_D4ACLcB/s1600/16179050_10209824865071397_8391260935749791650_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FIrMC5mTBG0/WL6skwGGj4I/AAAAAAAAGzE/BhNg96QXibI-OsyLRI1X-PFTtKgbm_D4ACLcB/s400/16179050_10209824865071397_8391260935749791650_o.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Terence supporting runners at East Dam.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">While I ran and chatted freely with David, William took off on his own. Eventually, I spotted the East Dam support station. Another beautiful place where then another familiar face came running towards me. It was Terence Poon who welcomed runners to East Dam. Quickly grab some nuts here to help curb my hunger. Although I left East Dam with David. I powered up the next hill on my own as I headed towards the first climb at Sai Wan Shan some 314M above sea level. I needed to use my strength here before I was going to be slowed down by my weakness at the down section.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e5TgaPQMSVE/WMAW1U_Ji7I/AAAAAAAAG00/2iY1PCTuo0M6WmhPgErcbR91VtKXSNcSACLcB/s1600/15994818_10154180078464149_4273943180516555842_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e5TgaPQMSVE/WMAW1U_Ji7I/AAAAAAAAG00/2iY1PCTuo0M6WmhPgErcbR91VtKXSNcSACLcB/s400/15994818_10154180078464149_4273943180516555842_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Beautiful surroundings of Tai Long Wan.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Not an easy climb upwards to Sai Wan Shan but neither it was tough. And as expected, I slowed at the next section descending from it as it was slippery especially on the cement stairs and David passed me just before arriving at the beach. I've lost count on the number of beautiful beach we had to run pass, but it was worth it with the sound of waves and the foot strikes of the runners only to be heard. And after 3:25:11 hours, I arrived at Check Point 1 at Ham Tin where I took some nuts, chips and a cracker with some water before moving on.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Remembering from my experience 2 years ago, we needed to climb a pretty steep but short ascend to exit Ham Tin. Ropes were installed to aid some runners too but I used my bare hands instead. Feeling still good and fresh, and still having fun, I was glad that my lack of training and recent sickness did not affect much, at least till this point. Even if it did, it had affected my speed which was relatively much slower.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Anyway, it was rolling up and down hill towards the next check point and Wong Shek, some 7KM away. The first section wasn't too bad with trails to run on, but when it got to the stairs, this is where things got tougher. More strength is needed to power up them, while more impact and balancing is needed to descend it. But I made it there in 4:50:03 hours without any mishaps with friendly volunteers welcoming the runners to this check point located next to a jetty with big boats and yacht were parked at.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0RxYJAwKX5M/WMAXErfVAXI/AAAAAAAAG08/v28y-k23WNsEklqMa_Ky4G_Qo1u5Y2vOACLcB/s1600/16178364_10154180101834149_3359757390812479672_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0RxYJAwKX5M/WMAXErfVAXI/AAAAAAAAG08/v28y-k23WNsEklqMa_Ky4G_Qo1u5Y2vOACLcB/s400/16178364_10154180101834149_3359757390812479672_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Beautiful scenery but had to be careful going down the slippery stairs.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Took a slightly longer break here to fuel myself up with some yummy vinegared rice balls, chips and oranges washing down with water and Cola. And with the weather warming up, I decided to remove my Saucony Nomad long sleeve top and to just go with my base layer. And just before leaving, I saw a runner being carried down the stairs from where I came from. Though conscious, I assumed he was hurt probably twisting his ankle or falling at the trails. Hope nothing serious.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eJtEFlWT4p8/WMAWnqc2vsI/AAAAAAAAG0w/4Z03BONqeq89D78VPomjZqzvhiFSWDW7wCLcB/s1600/15972815_10154180105929149_2403370939648494705_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eJtEFlWT4p8/WMAWnqc2vsI/AAAAAAAAG0w/4Z03BONqeq89D78VPomjZqzvhiFSWDW7wCLcB/s400/15972815_10154180105929149_2403370939648494705_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>An orangy shot where Piew and Yan Leng will understand. Hehe...</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Close to 5 hours and only 28KM covered. I was losing a lot of ground compared to my experience 2 years ago. Nevertheless, I wasn't too bothered about it and slowly resume my journey with a slightly heavy tummy from over eating. Ooops...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I slowly got my groove back and resume some running pass some villages and also the through the pathways by the seaside. Nothing much to blog about it here except that the serendipity of the beautiful and yet calm surroundings bought positive thoughts to me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Check Point 3 at Hoi Ha was a check point I was looking forward to as it was partially manned by those who are visually impaired. And just before arriving there, I made a quick detour off course to visit a public toilet where I used the opportunity to wash and freshen up my face and arms. And just before entering the check point which was within a park in a time of 6:23:44 hours, I tried to high five as many of the volunteers there as a mark and token of appreciation for being there for the runners. An even longer stop compared to the earlier one, I took in lots of oranges here while trying the official sports drink for this race, Overstim which I kind of like it. Pleasant taste and wasn't too sugary. Pretty like Pocari or even barley. And just before leaving, I spotted some hot ginger tea and stop for a cup. And while having it, I had a chat with Joshua who was having some noodles by the side.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yung Shue O which was 9KM away is where I shall have my dinner, I told myself. After all, that is what happened 2 years back and that will something to look forward to again. I took my time to slowly walk off the food and drinks I had earlier as I continued with my journey. Re-entering into the woods, I found a very similar bench where I sat down 2 years ago to remove my gaiters. This time round, I remove my shoes to clear off sands that were collected during my earlier run at the beach and also to have my mobile phone and Suunto charge. I left the Suunto on my wrist to charge and hence had to carry my phone on my hand. And with it, I started texting and updating my friends back home, some silly photos included. This kept my mind off from the fatigue which is slowly setting in.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RU6RdCAdYks/WMAX9L-Gs9I/AAAAAAAAG1A/rJyarOd8F2MdrvU6hpcZovX5EMsrzs6yACLcB/s1600/16113983_10209481390085627_5684081144453455019_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RU6RdCAdYks/WMAX9L-Gs9I/AAAAAAAAG1A/rJyarOd8F2MdrvU6hpcZovX5EMsrzs6yACLcB/s400/16113983_10209481390085627_5684081144453455019_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Thumbs up and thank you to the photographers along the way for their effort.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Slowly made my way through the villages along the coastal side before re-entering the trails which more steps to climb. Weather was still good with some breeze but my legs were starting to tire. And once I exited the trails and got back on to the coastal trail, I knew I was nearing the check point. It's after all, the stretch where I knocked my knee 2 years back where big boulders were blocking certain parts. Sights of houses soon appear in the distance and I hurry before I was greeted by volunteers welcoming us to Yung Shue O, 45KM into the race.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vOTwchtGtBI/WMAWXR1f2SI/AAAAAAAAG0s/OnEbBSxH3V4GcC8sUjBhay8GPlv4mWocgCLcB/s1600/16177507_10154180129659149_5545925798243074020_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vOTwchtGtBI/WMAWXR1f2SI/AAAAAAAAG0s/OnEbBSxH3V4GcC8sUjBhay8GPlv4mWocgCLcB/s400/16177507_10154180129659149_5545925798243074020_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Checking into Yong Shue O at 45KM.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">8:23:31 hours. I know I was still loosing time but I was in no rush. The only issue I had was that the check point was located at a different place which is much smaller than the one 2 years back. Hardly had any place to walk around and not to mention sitting. My plan for my dinner had to be on hold but I still took my time with some light snacks here and snapping silly photos of me eating oranges to be sent over to my friend back home. I also message Jasmine who was at the Lion Park Country Park near Golden Hill Road at the bottom of Beacon Hill not to wait for me as she expected me to run like an elite! #FacePalm!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Hot coffee, tea and ginger drink, a little of each before I started going again. It's only 7KM before hitting the halfway point at Kei Ling Ha but the journey there is one that I am looking forward to. Kai Kung Shan (Cockrel Hill) sitting at 399M above sea level is located in between these 2 check points. Not an easy climb as it's pretty steep but somehow, I was looking forward to it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Before entering the climbing section, I passed through more villages before a small descend into the forest trails. And when the forest started opening up, the climb began too. Slightly damp orange soil made up the terrain and I was glad I had the Saucony Xodus 6 on where the traction of the shoe helped a lot. The sunset view on top of the hill is something to look forward to, but I guess I had no luck this time as the weather didn't seem suitable. Besides, I was rushing to get myself to the check point before darkness takes over.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eClJboz0p0c/WMAU0KEimpI/AAAAAAAAG0U/lwt_1lI_XsA_Mq9uk24MqXLCY08WVrOtgCLcB/s1600/16112807_10154180136864149_6566528270200046623_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eClJboz0p0c/WMAU0KEimpI/AAAAAAAAG0U/lwt_1lI_XsA_Mq9uk24MqXLCY08WVrOtgCLcB/s400/16112807_10154180136864149_6566528270200046623_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Made it to the top of Kai Kung Shan.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Wasn't struggling very much with the climb as I expected would be and got to the top without any mishaps. Quickly snap a photo and off I went descending the hill and back into the forest trail. It was getting dark and I don't think I can get myself to the check point without having to rely on a head torch. However, I was lucky enough when a runner ahead of me powered on his head torch which was relatively bright enough to light the way. I tailgated him from behind running the same path and pattern as him. Was all good till he decided to take a breather just a bout a Kilometer before the check point. Without any choice, I use the torch function on my phone to light my way. It wasn't very bright but it was good enough. And with that, soon the noisy sounds at Kei Ling Ha was heard.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">10:00:51 hours was what I took to get myself to this point at 52KM. And as expected, Kei Ling Ha was a busy check point. I quickly grab some oranges before making my way to collect my drop bag here. But immediately as I left the food tent, a young girl from the volunteer team came to me asking if I had a drop bag. Replied her that I do and she quickly took a glance at my race bib and dashed away to collect for me. And in a less than a minute later, she returned with my drop bag. So very efficient and I was really thankful and appreciative to her. Well done!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Was looking for a spot to sit down but the surroundings was just packed with runners. A familiar voice and face appeared suddenly. It was Terence Poon and he guided me to the side to rest while he asked if I needed anything. Told him that all I needed was some oranges as I showed him my most important thing at that time, my can of coffee which I had in my drop bag! We both broke out into laughter. Hahaha...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">First thing first. I needed light and hence powered on my 800 Lumens LED Lenser. Dim the power down and soon, Terence returned with a big fat orange! Joshua joined in too and we joked that it was deja vu to be meeting here again. We gave ourselves a toast for that with me using my can of coffee and him, his cup noodles! However sadly, he decided to throw the towel in and just stop here for his leg is acting up. Tried to pull him along with him, but I guess he had already decided. Once I was ready, I deposited back my drop bag and put on my jacket, assembled my trekking pole and powered on my head torch to the max. It was time to for the second half of the race and the big climbs awaits.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QmjY-uch0rw/WL6tnnG4nrI/AAAAAAAAGzQ/_gagRoh4lFAmOAA_pL8RbPScYMVr3p6QgCLcB/s1600/15996080_1213428002025634_2008949398_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QmjY-uch0rw/WL6tnnG4nrI/AAAAAAAAGzQ/_gagRoh4lFAmOAA_pL8RbPScYMVr3p6QgCLcB/s400/15996080_1213428002025634_2008949398_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Being funny before starting the second half of my race.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Next stop, Gilwell Camp and it's the longest stretch with 13KM of technical trails and climbs involved. I just can't wait to get this stretch over with as it can be mentally torturing. As I crossed the road from the check point, it was a long road climb, about a mile up till we arrive at the trail entrance. However, just ahead and out of no where, surprise surprise, there was a mandatory gear check. The volunteers checked for our mobile phone, thermal blanket and of course head torch. It may take a while especially to locate the first 2 items buried deep in the back pack or so, but I applaud and thank the organisers for doing so. After all, it was each and every runner's safety for anything can happen up in the mountains ahead.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After repacking, I continued upwards into the darkness. It was getting cold and hence I need to keep going to ensure my core temperature doesn't drop. Finally about close to a mile or so, I arrived at the trail entrance with a volunteer there ensuring everyone went the correct way. It's not easy for him to be alone there in the dark and cold and I applaud him for his undying support!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In the trail, I began to run a little, but that's before hitting the climb which is actually pretty steep. And this is where those who frequent to Gunung Nuang back home will benefit. For myself, I needed my trekking pole to help lift my body up to the higher level. This kept going and going as I made my way to Ma On Shan at 580M above sea level. And when I looked back, I could see the trail of head torches lighting the forest. It was a nice view, but also reminded me how high I was climbing. And remembering my migraine incident 2 years back, I started looking forward to the open space with a few benches where I rested there back then, as I intend to do the same again. I arrived finally at the same area and sat at the exact same bench. Took off my shoes to allow both my feet to "breathe" and stretch a little while I pop in a mild dose of Coenzyme Q10 just in case of migraine. During my 10 minutes rest there or so, many runners whom I passed earlier, is now ahead of me. I have no intention to pass them again and let my pace take it's course.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I caught up with a few runners as I approach a very windy Ma On Shan. Nothing spectacular about the view here except for lights emitting from the apartments from both side of Hong Kong and Sha Tin. There was a back log there as we hardly could pass the runner ahead on the single track trail there and hence had to keep moving till we get the chance. Just hope that I don't get blown away. Haha... The chance to overtake finally came when the descend started as I broke free.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My legs was getting battered as I descended from Ma On Shan and I was getting tired. The climbs wasn't very steep now but it was a rolling one and it kept coming. And fast forwarding, after countless of rolling hills, I finally arrived at the long stretch which eventually led to an open space, at Gilwell Camp, where Check Point 6 is at. 65KM in 14:05:26 hours, I was just glad to make it here safely.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The organisers have moved the check point at Gilwell Camp to an open space much nearer to the trail exit compared to 2 years back and this is certainly much more welcome as there were much more space for runners to rest. With night upon us and the temperature starting to drop, I made use of the hot food and drinks here to fill myself up. A hot cup of noodles while I chatted with a team of 2 medics who are sweeping the course from Check Point 5 to the finish. And coincidentally, one of them is a fellow Malaysian from Alor Setar, Kedah. We had a good chat as I was really taking my own sweet time, especially with the awesome hot ginger tea.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And finally, when my legs thought it was time leave, I got ready and slowly made my way passed the scout's campfire which I remember that I stop by 2 years back to get some heat into me. I was freezing back then!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It was mainly downhill on the road here for a couple of Kilometers before re-entering the trails for some rolling hills again before a major climb towards Beacon Hill. And somehow, I think I got good memories here. I managed to run a little on the open trails but as soon as I got to the climb towards the check point, it became a single trail and I got stuck behind some slower runners. I didn't want to pressurize the runners ahead and only waited for the overtaking chance to come. This also allow me to conserve some strength.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Eventually the overtaking chance came and finally some glow lights and soon music in the lonely night. Beacon Hill, manned by the scouts was a happening check point. Check Point 7, 73KM into the race at 16:37:07 hours. As we are fast approaching the Lunar New Year, I was presented a red packet by the scouts here which contained a chocolate wrapped in gold paper.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Most runners were wrapped in blanket and seated around the campfire to warm themselves up. I found a corner and took some hot coffee plus some hot ginger tea to maintain my core temperature. Filled my flask up and noticed that it was time to have my head torch battery change. Got it change with the help from the scout master as my hands was shaking due to cold and off I went!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It was a slippery steep descent from Beacon Hill. I had to be careful not to trip over something else there might be a mini avalanche me. From trail to road, I know I was near to the main road where I had to cross it via the pedestrian bridge before embarking up Golden Hill Road. This is where Jasmine was much earlier but now, only a few volunteers were there to guide the runners. I made good use of the toilet across the road and took a breather at the bus stand to adjust my shoe. And while doing so, I could hear the sound of the monkeys moving around the bushes nearby. Yes, this place will be swarming with monkeys should I arrive later, say at dawn. I better get going before I had to fend myself from them with my trekking poles!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So up Golden Hill Road. The long winding road in darkness before suddenly, a pair of reflective eyes ahead. I thought there were from monkeys but judging from the way it moves and the sheer size of it, I was wrong. It was a pair of wild boars but they certainly was very different from the Malaysian version. Huge, tall, skinny and grey in colour, they were actually pretty peaceful, grazing along the bushes. Reminds me of South Africa's warthog.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Anyway, I continued ascending Golden Hill Road which was filled with bread crumbs, some banana peels and litters by the side courtesy of the monkeys. Got to the top and it was a slow descend into another dark area where a lady runner suddenly just zoomed passed me ahead and was no where to be seen. Please do not ask me if she was a runner or not!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I got to the entrance of the trail greeted by some steps. Was just a short journey in the trails overlooking some dams or reservoirs before exiting into another area.Continuing on the flat road before running on concrete, I know I was near and soon, after 18:53:23 hours, I arrived at Shing Mun Dam, Check Point 8!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Again like Gilwell Camp, the check point at Shing Mun Dam was move forward compared to 2 years back and it was certainly a welcomed choice as there was much more space for the runners. 2 years back, I was remember I was shivering at this check point due to the cold. This year although much more prepared, I reminded myself to keep warm and hence took in some hot ginger tea before I spotted a camp with a heater in it and quickly moved into it. It was full of runners, some covered in blanket and napping away. Found a chair near the heater and made myself comfortable there. I know my legs will get heavy and that I will lose more time, but the heat generated here was just too hard to resist.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After 15 minutes or so, I decided it was time to continue on, for 2 of the biggest climbs await. Exited the camp and jog a little to loosen the very stiff muscle before I slowly made my way towards the trail entrance mark by the wooden gantry, Maclehose Trail, Stage 7. The first hill to conquer was Needle Hill standing tall at 532M from sea level. It was no easy climb especially when we were already 84KM into the race. Legs were heavy and tired, and some of us including myself was feeling sleepy.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">To keep moving and to keep climbing will bring towards Needle Hill and eventually the finish. The new thoughts gave me a new motivation as I used the strength left on both my shoulder to push my trekking poles towards the ground to propel me up the next step. I did that will full momentum till I had to slowed down when I bumped into a big guy ahead of me. And while following him close from behind, I suddenly took note of his body movement and also the hanging map from the very familiar backpack! I called out to him and asked if he was at the Bromo Tengger Semeru Race last year? And indeed he was. It was Rais whom I trek with along the Bromo rim. Absolutely small world and delighted to meet up with him again, especially during a race like this.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Both myself and Rais paused for a moment to catch up before resuming like how we did at Bromo. He led and I followed, and we chatted away. And it was through here, that I found out that he actually completed BTS back then. BRAVO!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As we kept climbing, the pace dropped and my core temperature too. It was getting colder and I realised that I can't be following Rais pace. And when the opportunity came, I passed him and continue powering up every steps using the help of my trekking pole. I did paused for moment to look back to check on Rais but I did not see him despite sitting down for a moment to adjust my shoes. I continued on myself and got to the top of Needle Hill before &nbsp;downhill to the bottom of the next hill.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Grassy Hill, 647M above sea level was next. I don't remember much that it was actually tarmac from 2 years back. Climbing on tarmac wasn't actually easier especially with the open surroundings. It was getting cold and I could feel my gut acting up a little. I needed to eat. I moved quickly and soon, found a concrete structure where I sat down, removed my shoes and ate some of my left over cranberries and washing it down with water. And when everything was settle down in my tummy, I continued on before the cold took over me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Got to the top feeling rather tired but a fellow runner "woke" me up to be careful with the descent to Lead Mine Pass as it's going to be slippery due to mud and rocks around the grassy surface. And when I began my descent, I fully understood what he meant as it was wet too. The more agile runners disappeared into the bottom while the clumsy me was taking a step at a time.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Eventually I got to the bottom and a marshal was directed me to the left where the sound of generators was coming from. It was Lead Mine Pass, Check Point 9, located somewhere at the foot of Tai Mo Shan, Hong Kong's highest peak.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Just another 10KM to go and it was going to be really cold on the journey upwards to the peak. I needed to recharge myself and hence took a breather inside the tent where the heater was located. A very helpful volunteer asked if I needed anything and told her that all I needed was a hot cup of ginger drink. She helped me got it after a couple of minutes. Thank you!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Some other runners were napping here as I made myself comfortable and befriended a local name Kam Tim in the process. More and more runners arrived including Rais and when I was about to leave, the rain came! I continued resting and out came my thermal blanket which was really old. So old that it actually fell apart. I still managed to wrap myself partly with whatever is left of it though.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Knowing the rain won't be stopping anytime and that I just wanted to get the final 10KM over with it, together with Kam Tim, we made a decisive move to continue on under the rain. Our strategy was simple, to keep moving forward so that our core temperature will not drop drastically. And during that, we kept chatting away to keep our minds off things and through here, I learnt that he was actually part of the original technical team of the race and a very fast runner. He was definitely a silver or gold runner for this race if not for his gut acting up back at halfway.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Kam Tim led the way through a very watery, muddy and slippery journey up Tai Mo Shan where I followed his every foot steps. The weather got worst as we headed upwards and it reminded me of my attempt at Ben Nevis back in year 2015. The rain was firing on my face like needles and the wind was trying to blow me off my footing. The feeling, MISERABLE!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I slowed a little and Kam Tim stopped to ask if I was all right and offered me his jacket. Replied that I was all right, just getting slower due to the wind factor. Told him to keep moving and that I will call out if I needed anything. We pushed on and soon, we entered to the road. The technical part is over, so what now is to keep climbing to the top.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">On the road, I soon caught up with Kam Tim as he told me to keep going. With the cold temperature, I can't afford to stop for too long and hence obliged to him. I kept following the road ahead and eventually got to the top by noticing 2 volunteers there as the Hong Kong Observatory weather radar station was covered in fog and nowhere to be seen. I looked back to see if Kam Tim was nearby but he was not.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Another 5KM or so to go and it's all downhill to the finish. The winding road of Tai Mo Shan awaits my weakened legs but this has to be done. I ran when I could, walked when I can't. One leg at a time, I told myself. The rain was reduced to a drizzle but no doubt I was still feeling rather cold. One final pee stop by the bushes and I managed to find my rhythm and started running till I was redirected back into the trails by a group of volunteers. The final Kilometer or so was n the trail as this was the diversion crated last year due to the extremely cold temperature that frozen up the road.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The trail was slippery as there were steps and rocks all over. No falling or tripping over at the closing stages and hence I walked through it before finally arriving at a building. It was another few hundred meters more I guess and from here, I ran and ran, and soon arrived back on the road where I heard my name being call out.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aeVCdZxJW2A/WMAUjYUeuWI/AAAAAAAAG0Q/ndUxiVi0QuQf3QWkUYQL2KqMjii58Ia8ACLcB/s1600/16107250_10154180139134149_7081485282620727709_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aeVCdZxJW2A/WMAUjYUeuWI/AAAAAAAAG0Q/ndUxiVi0QuQf3QWkUYQL2KqMjii58Ia8ACLcB/s400/16107250_10154180139134149_7081485282620727709_o.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>My finishing moment.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">No sprinting or dashing as I ran naturally towards the finish line, completing my second Hong Kong 100 in a time of 24:58:15 hours. 2 hours slower than my previous attempt but I was just lucky to have completed it after recovering from illness and also lack of training. The slippery conditions made it challenging it this year too and there is a lot of work for me to improve on my footing especially on slippery ground.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PPrh6xAFbPw/WL9qocBUafI/AAAAAAAAGzo/uFAHNELFAnoX7k47YxDAWdGyHhGF7bWXACLcB/s1600/hk100.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="291" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PPrh6xAFbPw/WL9qocBUafI/AAAAAAAAGzo/uFAHNELFAnoX7k47YxDAWdGyHhGF7bWXACLcB/s400/hk100.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>My splits.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Nevertheless, a job done here as I waited for my fellow friends to arrive back. One by one, they did from Kam Tim, Rais and the Leong as I waited together with Keng Koon and his mum, both very supportive despite the former pulling out from the race due to coldness.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sC0LlAmGZ-I/WL6stPdGlyI/AAAAAAAAGzI/Mx93V948te0XrkFXBvNTOaHMpFCpXyM1QCLcB/s1600/16105637_1223406184379478_2148242113733426122_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sC0LlAmGZ-I/WL6stPdGlyI/AAAAAAAAGzI/Mx93V948te0XrkFXBvNTOaHMpFCpXyM1QCLcB/s400/16105637_1223406184379478_2148242113733426122_n.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Thank you Keng Koon (and his mum - not in pic) for the assistance given post race.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sQkhVNty0DY/WL6tLszouLI/AAAAAAAAGzM/LQ8p-AG2kygqBk9gHcjyHP7u3fyho4LTACLcB/s1600/IMG-20170116-WA0034.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sQkhVNty0DY/WL6tLszouLI/AAAAAAAAGzM/LQ8p-AG2kygqBk9gHcjyHP7u3fyho4LTACLcB/s400/IMG-20170116-WA0034.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Kam Tim who led the way for me from CP9 till the top of Tai Mo Shan.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Together with Keng Koon and his mum, both myself and Leong took a taxi back to Mongkok. A tiring ride back where I was totally knock out during the journey. Back at the hostel, the cleaning part was rather difficult due to the room size and the stiffness of muscles. And after a well deserve shower, we headed downstairs with William for lunch who completed the race in a remarkable time of below 20 hours. We were joined by Tey for lunch at the porridge place before heading back to the hostel for a well deserved sleep.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BNRogOfV5FE/WMAUYlaziKI/AAAAAAAAG0M/Hz8R2t_7iCkoWDzWzrqlrmjG-rSuJcgtQCLcB/s1600/16143525_10154180141529149_4291315060180653290_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BNRogOfV5FE/WMAUYlaziKI/AAAAAAAAG0M/Hz8R2t_7iCkoWDzWzrqlrmjG-rSuJcgtQCLcB/s400/16143525_10154180141529149_4291315060180653290_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Well deserve post race recovery meal with Tey.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><u>Monday, 16 January 2017</u></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sleep was good and by 8AM, I was awake. As William is flying back home today, only myself and Yee Hoo had a simple breakfast at the famous Kam Hua coffee shop which luckily was within walking distance. The polo bun with butter is good here as the coffee shop was packed to the max. Made an appointment at 10.30AM to meet up with Jimmy, Saucony Asia Pacific's International Brand Director and off we went to Tsim Tsa Tsui. After walking for quite a distance, I eventually arrived at the office at China Hong Kong City. A great catch-up with him after first meeting him 2 years back as we discussed on the brand's potential and also problems.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pr2VrwPLmWs/WMATdaTzEwI/AAAAAAAAGz8/l76tUV3_OJsndlAgep-BF39I2uRALVBeACLcB/s1600/16112928_10154180143039149_7990138143005463015_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pr2VrwPLmWs/WMATdaTzEwI/AAAAAAAAGz8/l76tUV3_OJsndlAgep-BF39I2uRALVBeACLcB/s400/16112928_10154180143039149_7990138143005463015_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The Wolverine World Wide group of companies.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DRbdfujQvQU/WMATjehxmVI/AAAAAAAAG0A/PDPVVocf_vQxiEB6LyhcfpANn-Jp8sV-ACLcB/s1600/16107516_10154180141619149_294392679788221972_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DRbdfujQvQU/WMATjehxmVI/AAAAAAAAG0A/PDPVVocf_vQxiEB6LyhcfpANn-Jp8sV-ACLcB/s400/16107516_10154180141619149_294392679788221972_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>With Jimmy, Saucony AP International Brand Director. More than a brand principal and a friend.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Later together with Yee Hoo, we made our way to Kowloon Park before returning to Mong Kok for some shoe shopping at Sneaker Street where I purchased 2 valuable pair of hot Saucony racing shoes. Returned to the hostel to rest up before heading to Temple Street at night before we found out that Poh Lai is n Hong Kong too!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2sYVdwYn324/WMAUFp2syPI/AAAAAAAAG0E/n0Ox_2Bm1pgjaM2PxLFdsWso6UgZ_agbQCLcB/s1600/16143858_10154180158724149_118626149510352528_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2sYVdwYn324/WMAUFp2syPI/AAAAAAAAG0E/n0Ox_2Bm1pgjaM2PxLFdsWso6UgZ_agbQCLcB/s400/16143858_10154180158724149_118626149510352528_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Facebook gave Poh Lai's location away and we quickly contacted him for a meet-up.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After a quick bowl of hot 6 treasure desserts which was smacking delicious, we made our way to Yau Mah Tei MTR station to meet up with Poh Lai before heading towards Tsim Tsa Tsui again for the night view there. It was chilly but worth it despite a short stay there before we head into the city area to look for food before heading back to call it a night. But that was before some painful packing as we needed to check out early the next morning.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><u><b>Tuesday, 17 January 2017</b></u></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Woke up just before 7AM to prepare for an early check out at 8AM. Left our luggage at the hostel's reception and headed off to Yau Ma Tei to meet up with Poh Lai for breakfast at the famous Mido Cafe after visiting the Thian Hou Temple to make some blessings for a dear friend heading to Europe to further studies. Mido Cafe was supposedly famous as there were many TV series and movies filmed here but I had no impression of it at all. Hahaha... Nevertheless, breakfast was simple yet satisfying before we parted ways with Poh Lai who was catching the 3PM flight back home later.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">With some extra time to kill, we headed towards San Sui Po for some gadget shopping was the prices here was dirt cheap! Only bought a blinker worth less than RM3 though but Yee Hee bought an action cam which only cost slightly more than RM200. What a bargain!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We headed back to Mong Kok for lunch at&nbsp;<a href="http://www.dimdimsum.hk/">DimDimSum Dim Sum Specialty Store</a>. We over ordered but still managed to almost finish everything except a last piece of "<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nian_gao">Nian Gao</a>". Everything here was delicious and I highly recommend this place. After a satisfying meal, we collected our luggage and hop on to the bus 21 to head towards the airport to check ourselves in before meeting up with my long lost friend, Jasmine!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dWMUX6z5g6w/WMAYh2-fL6I/AAAAAAAAG1E/_ALvmiqm7P0vobVn8INIOYwCWKyKx19ggCLcB/s1600/20170117_162538.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dWMUX6z5g6w/WMAYh2-fL6I/AAAAAAAAG1E/_ALvmiqm7P0vobVn8INIOYwCWKyKx19ggCLcB/s400/20170117_162538.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>My long lost "sifu"!</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It was a good catch up with Jasmine before we boarded our half an hour delayed flight at 6.15PM. Flight was rather uncomfortable though and since I am not able to sleep through it, I took some time to blog about this entry, well only part of the start. But eventually, we touched down back home and surprisingly, luggage retrieval was pretty quick this time. Took a cab home after parting ways with Yee Hoo, and with that, came an end for my adventure at my second HK100.<br /><br />* Photos here credited to the respective photographers. Thank you.</div>Frank Chonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06429803103141435160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747952783408846314.post-1448729497570954512016-12-31T12:00:00.000+08:002016-12-31T12:00:14.987+08:002016, Rewind Of My 10th Year...<div style="text-align: justify;"><i>By Frank</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Another year came, another year passes. It sounds so familiar and as we aged, this phrase seems to come faster too. And with year 2016 coming to an end in a few hours time, here's again to reflect back on the year it has been. Will only touch on running here this year round as honestly, the first 9 month's of the year has been pretty emotionally tough with passing of friends and patients to cancer.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">2016 was meant to be my 10th year of running. To be precise, it will only start in the month of March 2016. But celebration can't come sooner that December 2015, when I was successful in my ballot for the <a href="https://runnerzcircle.blogspot.my/2016/07/west-highland-way-race-2016.html">West Highland Way Race</a> in Scotland, the final race that was in my to do list. Building on a strong 2015 I had and continuing my momentum from there, all my resources was concentrated into this race as well as Comrades Marathon, as I continue into the new year.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>January 2016</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Swinging into the new year in high momentum with a new mission in hand, my training plan as given by coach was all laid out together with my diet plan under the "Low Carbs High Fat" plan. With an unsuccessful ballot for the Vibram Hong Kong 100, my first race for the year was the <a href="http://runnerzcircle.blogspot.my/2016/01/watergate-16-hours-2016.html">Watergate 16 Hours</a>. Didn't do well there though only managing 60KM in close to 10 hours due to my usual sleep factor but it did "wake me up" to try rectify this problem which I normally have to face during long distance races over the night. Nevertheless, I was in no panic mode and carried on with my regime and eventually finding myself at the <a href="http://runnerzcircle.blogspot.my/2016/01/cyberjaya-twincity-marathon-2016.html">Cyberjaya Twincity Marathon</a> which I enjoyed very much with Soon Chung.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>February 2016</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The second month of the year was just to continue and improve on from the first. And with the Chinese New Year celebration, it may sound like a derailment for me. But what actually that derailed my training was due to an unfortunate accident that involved mum and Bailey. But was glad nothing much more serious happened and that everything was back to normal for them and me as we head towards the end of the month where I paid a visit to <a href="http://runnerzcircle.blogspot.my/2016/03/gunung-nuang-ultra-2016.html">Gunung Nuang</a>, for the 12 hours ultra there. My second attempt here and there were already positive results being shown which boosted my confidence.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>March 2016</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The third month came, and besides the month that marks my 10th year of running, it's also the month where I remember all of the 24 months of cancer fighting. In terms of training, it wasn't easy and I had to readjust as I soon notice that my usual group's training regime isn't helping at all. I had to improvised quickly for this is a critical month and managed to do just that with <a href="http://runnerzcircle.blogspot.my/2016/03/twilight-ultra-challenge-2016.html">Twilight Ultra Challenge</a> taking place in mid month covering 80KM in 13 hours. Not exactly ideal but was certainly productive as the month concluded with really positive results.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>April 2016</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">All the first 3 months of training and sacrifices began to show here. I felt stronger and fresher during my training and with all the energy and strength gained, Route 68 Challenge was like an early trial for me. However, had a scare during the start of the month when I experienced the "dead leg syndrome", probably due to over used of it. But glad there was nothing about it, and my legs was performing as it's best when I ran a pretty good Route 68 Challenge. From there, I knew I was ready for both my big races ahead. What I had to do is to maintain on it and to avoid any potential injuries.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>May 2016</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It's all about getting ready here. Despite leaving my job at Running Lab (yes I resigned!) late last month, I was actually pretty busy with other stuff such as photo-shoots and product launches, both associated with Saucony. And yes, this is also the month that I parted ways with Saucony as their athlete to give way for new blood to join the team.<br /><br />As for my 5th Comrades, for the first time, I am not raising funds for Cancer Research Malaysia this time round due to personal reasons and I am glad that they understood and stood by my decision. There were no races this month as I slowly tapered off my training before eventually flying off to South Africa on 25 May, 4 days before my first big race, the Comrades Marathon.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z02KUsOi0yI/WGOevLbwe4I/AAAAAAAAGys/GOdTs42s3So0deKhlZKOGYwJ6o8cJg0dQCLcB/s1600/13584960_10153705555449149_2966644451637255875_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z02KUsOi0yI/WGOevLbwe4I/AAAAAAAAGys/GOdTs42s3So0deKhlZKOGYwJ6o8cJg0dQCLcB/s400/13584960_10153705555449149_2966644451637255875_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Half a decade of Comrades.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">An accidental personal best of 10:27:07 hours at my <a href="http://runnerzcircle.blogspot.my/2016/06/comrades-marathon-2016.html">5th Comrades Marathon</a> was achieved and was glad everything was good despite being my weaker "Down" run. That certainly boosted my confidence as all the sacrifices are showing results. Nevertheless, it was just a short stay at South Africa this time before I flew over to Scotland to recover and prepare myself for the West Highland Way Race 3 weeks later.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>June 2016</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The main highlight of my running career took place in this month, some halfway around where I came from. Running 152KM across the iconic Scottish highlands, the West Highland Way, a completion of this race will make my running achievement come full circle. Wasn't an easy race for I ran, walk, limp, struggled, slept and even pooped during my entire journey from Milngavie to Fort William. But I had a strong and supportive crew of Angela, Alexa, Chee Kong and Edmund who take care of me as I successfully finish off the race in a much faster time than estimated. And not only them, my "warm Scottish family" who were out there in full force were also there when I tackled through the trails. Indeed, everything of my running career came full circle here as I crossed the finish line at Lochaber Leisure Centre. My race report to my West Highland Way Race 2016&nbsp;<a href="https://runnerzcircle.blogspot.my/2016/07/west-highland-way-race-2016.html">HERE</a>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DVM50HXJXHA/WGOZpM-tBsI/AAAAAAAAGyQ/Oph6jQTPpjMV0K9YdMbOoQ7SDEzHAYnbACLcB/s1600/13490599_10153629270559149_506890675453310973_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DVM50HXJXHA/WGOZpM-tBsI/AAAAAAAAGyQ/Oph6jQTPpjMV0K9YdMbOoQ7SDEzHAYnbACLcB/s400/13490599_10153629270559149_506890675453310973_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>My amazing WHWR team.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ClUCyvZ5CM/WGOZtNsXRYI/AAAAAAAAGyU/WBUQaTvFncoeGBXBv8J6Q2WvfnAdM_n4ACLcB/s1600/13474995_10153629109429149_2105316050021008547_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="146" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ClUCyvZ5CM/WGOZtNsXRYI/AAAAAAAAGyU/WBUQaTvFncoeGBXBv8J6Q2WvfnAdM_n4ACLcB/s400/13474995_10153629109429149_2105316050021008547_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>My moment of truth.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>July and August 2016</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After achieving what I set out to do, I began my totally deserved rest and also started a new career. Runs were kept to a minimal as I started to enjoy myself on the weekend. Nothing much happened for these 2 months as life was carefree and good.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>September 2016</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">First race since West Highland Way Race, I know myself I was up for trouble at my third attempt at Back 2 Endurance. All I wanted was a Comrades distance in 12 hours and though I only managed the "Up' run distance, I was content with my performance. After all, it was my "downtime". And also, that it was after this race, that I needed to get my tooth fix. I was referring to my problematic left lower wisdom tooth which had been disturbing me for a couple of years already. And hence I had it removed through a very scary surgery procedure which left me out of action from physical activities for almost 3 weeks. And it was after that it had all settled down, that an "emergency trip" with Yang Leng and Piew to Gunung Nuang was done traversing through it, to prepare ourselves for the upcoming Cameron Ultra-Trail.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>October 2016</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Looking forward to get back into a little running at a brand new local event at the <a href="http://runnerzcircle.blogspot.my/2016/10/cameron-ultra-trail-2016.html">Cameron Ultra-Trail</a>. Not for the faint hearted, this event was tough as I suffered badly at the final quarter of the run heading up and down the 2 peaks. But it was through this event, that my friendship with Wai Hong grew stronger when the both of us made our journey back together from halfway point. There is too much to say about my experience with him so I suggest you click on my race report link to read more on what we both went through together. Thanks Wai Hong for being that friend that stood by me at the peaks of Cameron Highlands. And indeed, this event was an eye opener to many and it will be an important preparation to what lies ahead next month.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yNTxieAKKjc/WGOY8QBPBEI/AAAAAAAAGyI/HeSONGxCD1MRAh9j14Y8a9jrzLS3Ze-KACLcB/s1600/14556716_10153899150379149_3913135993172775563_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yNTxieAKKjc/WGOY8QBPBEI/AAAAAAAAGyI/HeSONGxCD1MRAh9j14Y8a9jrzLS3Ze-KACLcB/s400/14556716_10153899150379149_3913135993172775563_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Tasty oranges at Cameron Ultra-Trail.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-URg_zgicbgg/WGOdYDmQSzI/AAAAAAAAGyc/QYeAl9krsHIPg_N-CwOQNXbFqDvuHynvgCLcB/s1600/14691254_10208665222041338_1935109539647294051_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-URg_zgicbgg/WGOdYDmQSzI/AAAAAAAAGyc/QYeAl9krsHIPg_N-CwOQNXbFqDvuHynvgCLcB/s400/14691254_10208665222041338_1935109539647294051_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Completing the Cameron Ultra-Trail with Wai Hong.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>November 2016</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">November seems to be an important month. &nbsp;With 3 weekly back to back events, I had to be careful with my expectations as it involves my Comrades qualifier for next year's edition. With almost no runs since the Cameron Ultra Trail last month and with my return to Running Lab (yes, I made a u-turn), I faced the <a href="http://runnerzcircle.blogspot.my/2016/11/bromo-tengger-semeru-ultra-2016.html">Bromo Tengger Semeru (BTS) Ultra</a> like a rookie runner. Yes, the BTS Ultra will mark my step forward into my next chapter of running, towards the "unexplored territory" beyond my comfort zone. I may not have complete my 10th year of running but since the opportunity came, I guess I might as well grab it and give myself &nbsp;a head start. Besides I had no expectations from it and even before the race, I knew my chances of suffering a DNF (Did Not Finish) will be high.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And so, it happened. With barely any experience running on volcanic terrain and a fall I suffered 3 quarter distance into the race, I threw in the flag and earned my 3rd DNF of my running career. I may have plenty of time to make the distance, but with risky conditions, I did not want to risk it. I wasn't sore at all with my decision but was glad that I actually was brave enough to take up the challenge. And after all, I had a memorable holiday too.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o7EZaDYuu34/WGOdiz2-T8I/AAAAAAAAGyg/ZwTz8dyeLTYTogWzD77AUMFm-VlMjpe7wCLcB/s1600/14999984_10153979318309149_5198437417077735121_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o7EZaDYuu34/WGOdiz2-T8I/AAAAAAAAGyg/ZwTz8dyeLTYTogWzD77AUMFm-VlMjpe7wCLcB/s400/14999984_10153979318309149_5198437417077735121_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Next to Mount Bromo's crater.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The week later, was my Comrades qualifier at the <a href="http://runnerzcircle.blogspot.my/2016/11/putrajaya-night-marathon-2016.html">Putrajaya Night Marathon</a>. Again, very low expectations for this and I only hope to complete it within 5 hours. Jut slightly below 5 hours I did, suffering from halfway distance. But most importantly, my ticket to Comrades is secured.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Then my final event for this triple weekend back to back and also my final race for the year. A downgrade from the previous 2 editions, I opt for the 78KM distance at this year's <a href="http://runnerzcircle.blogspot.my/2016/11/putrajaya-night-marathon-2016.html">Putrajaya Ultra</a>, running together with Jeannie, Jamie and Nick. A steady run which not I only felt good, but somehow satisfied to help them through the distance. And with that, my running for this year came to an early "end", as I took a long rest in trying to rebuild my career and my hope to spend time with someone important.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>December 2016</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Things didn't go pretty well in life here. Struck down my migraine in the early days of the month that prolonged till the end of the year, everything that I hope for was derailed. I was supposed to even jump start my training for next year with the Vibram Hong Kong 100 fast approaching on the 3rd Sunday of January 2017, but I guess I have to lower my expectations for that race now. Guess this is the result from taking a too long break from running. 3 years of improving from strength to strength, this is where I am going back to square 1 again.<br /><br />And with all that from above, a total of 3,128KM was ran in the entire 2016 with more than 2,000KM coming from the first half of the year.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As most welcome the new year for a much welcome change and a renew hope, it won't be particular easy for me as 2017 will be the year I start to seek out new frontiers. Call it my second chapter of my running career and with my failed attempt at BTS 2016, I know that the new "adventures" and "challenges" I seek will not be an easy one. I expect lots of DNFs (Did Not Finish), but without trying, I will not know. After all, it's this that makes one look further.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Won't touch further on things here, but all I can say is that I foresee 2017 to be a really difficult for me. Building on a new career, getting into my second chapter of running, juggling time for personal matters and also trying to come to terms with other things, 2017 might just not be the year that will be smooth for me. But since I was given the opportunity for yet another year, I will embrace it for all I can since moving forward is the only option. So AYE, Happy New Year to everyone!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vVb9bup9w3g/WGOZUjDSvfI/AAAAAAAAGyM/VNfGQ2fqDMEn6qUeAlEBRoGEgof4lX9bACLcB/s1600/13458797_10153635372444149_1850169991950947223_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vVb9bup9w3g/WGOZUjDSvfI/AAAAAAAAGyM/VNfGQ2fqDMEn6qUeAlEBRoGEgof4lX9bACLcB/s400/13458797_10153635372444149_1850169991950947223_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Coming full circle in my first 10 years of running.</i></div></div>Frank Chonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06429803103141435160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747952783408846314.post-57119910546906754032016-12-04T10:30:00.000+08:002016-12-04T18:57:24.860+08:00Putrajaya 78KM 2016...<div style="text-align: justify;">Event: Putrajaya 78KM 2016</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Venue: Taman Sri Empangan, Putrajaya</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Date: 19 November 2016</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Time: 9.00PM</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Distance: 78KM (78.1KM by Suunto Ambit 3 Sapphire)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shoe: Saucony Kinvara 7 RunShield</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>By Frank</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Despite getting lost on the first edition of the Putarjaya 100KM 2 years back, this event has proven to be a pretty good "hunting" ground for me. Organised by the friendly people at Team Pacat, the same organiser as Cameron Ultra, this event is a very friendly and community based non-competitive one. With last year surprisingly emerging as the men's champion for the 100KM distance, only to be out-ran by Siaw Hua, the heart and legs wanted to return for a third 100KM here. However, with Nick and Jamie registering themselves in the 78KM distance, I thought that it will be a good idea to be running with them. Besides, it's not always that we get to see these 2 fellows running beyond the marathon distance. And with that, 78KM it is then, a downgrade for me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5gTF_jzn1E/WEIvRcu--HI/AAAAAAAAGxk/_KrKFJBXUDQtsbW3Bm2WRXy2Aiy0iLq_QCLcB/s1600/P78Logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="208" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5gTF_jzn1E/WEIvRcu--HI/AAAAAAAAGxk/_KrKFJBXUDQtsbW3Bm2WRXy2Aiy0iLq_QCLcB/s400/P78Logo.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />However, during my trip to Bromo, I was informed by Jeannie that she too had register herself for the 78KM distance. I am glad she did, upgrading herself and rising to the challenge as she successfully completed the 52KM last year. With her participation in this, I decided to lend her my support in helping her get through it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I decided to lay back on Saturday in trying to get the most sleep and rest I could. However, things didn't turn out as planned as I was awaken and disturbed big time as early as at 6.30AM. I managed to sleep back in though it wasn't a smooth one as phone messages were still coming in. I finally gave up and woke up at 10AM. Coffee was my best fix for the long night ahead later as most of you know, that although I can go pretty long till I eat something, I normally will crash early due to sleepiness.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I left home at 3.30PM picking Jeannie up from Bandar Utama before Jamie at Puchong. We then proceeded to Seri Kembangan for an early dinner and I was glad there was beetroot juice offered at the place we dine. Though slightly diluted, &nbsp;I was rather happy with it as it help wash down the "<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pan_mee">pan mee</a>" I had.<br /><br />Dark rain clouds were hovering over the sky everywhere from Seri Kembangan to Putrajaya, a sign of a very wet race later, or will it? Arrived at Taman Seri Empangan at about 6.30PM I think and proceeded to collect our race pack. I was rather surprised that the volunteers did not check through my mandatory gear though despite me reminding them twice if they are sure. This is so wrong, as should anything happen to me or other runners due to lack of gear, who is to be blamed? Hope the organisers will constantly remind volunteers of this important procedure for their other races cause it can help make a difference between life and death. Like mandatory gears, this is a mandatory check!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">With 2 more hours till the race gets underway, we just hung around the area doing what most people do best nowadays, playing around with our phone. Nick who booked himself a room at Dorsett is happily resting there. Leong joined us a while later who came to lend us some support.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FbFRsaUyOJo/WEItkw28NiI/AAAAAAAAGxY/JVjvg2Wx1EY1bHiHz2VAFY9g9RybhFClACLcB/s1600/i-8kt73gc-M.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FbFRsaUyOJo/WEItkw28NiI/AAAAAAAAGxY/JVjvg2Wx1EY1bHiHz2VAFY9g9RybhFClACLcB/s400/i-8kt73gc-M.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>With the Saucony ambassadors ready to rock Putrajaya.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Anyway, fast forwarding ahead, Arman the race director gave us some last minute race briefing before singing our national anthem. And at 9PM sharp, some 40 of us started our journey. We slowly made our way to the Gemilang Bridge and even joked among all of us on why is nobody running yet? Hahaha... However, the pace started to slowly pick up as we approached Dataran Gemilang. Nick was setting the pace while I was with Jeannie and Jamie following him slightly behind. Cheryl and Lum are also running and it was their fast time and they settled with us too with Leong supporting.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o7obidd8I_M/WEIwCx8YkZI/AAAAAAAAGxo/fPxa_fLMQpYVgFpXfyHtRlVEFWBb4gXjgCLcB/s1600/IMG-20161120-WA0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o7obidd8I_M/WEIwCx8YkZI/AAAAAAAAGxo/fPxa_fLMQpYVgFpXfyHtRlVEFWBb4gXjgCLcB/s400/IMG-20161120-WA0003.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>With Jeannie and Cheryl on their first 78KM.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And just before arriving at the Palace of Justice, I was glad that everyone noticed that the pace was a little to fast to begin with. Everyone slowed down and regroup as we saw a few familiar faces making their return trip from their 100KM adventure. Some of them were Budiman and Ben. They were fast, much faster than my winning time of last year. And I can't say how much I am happy for Budiman who took on a more realistic distance after 2 failed attempts at the 160KM.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As I slowed to chat with my friends, Jeannie had went ahead with Nick. No worries though as I slowly made my way heading towards the Prime Minister's office where I caught up with the rest, up the steps before heading to to the first check point just beside the lake, below the Gemilang Bridge. Leong bid farewell to us here after running 10KM with us.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">There was water aplenty at the first check point ranging from mineral water to isotonic. However, sad to find out that there weren't' much food here except for some kaya sandwich and watermelons which was running low and the cuts were rather small. Indeed not a good sign and was way below standard compared to last year. Oh and yes, even timing was manually recorded as they had some issues with the timing provider.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Nick and Jamie had continued on while I waited for Jeannie and Cheryl before we took off together to round the core island of Putrajaya. I allowed both of them to set the pace while I followed. While the rest had taken off, we were then joined by Choon Yuen, Richi, Zijill and Julia who came to support on their bikes. At McDonalds just down the road, we all regroup once more before deciding that Nick, Jamie and Lum will go ahead, while I stayed back with the 2 ladies.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The 4 on their bicycles were constantly cycling ahead and back to us to check on both groups. About halfway around the core island, I noticed that our elapsed time wasn't exactly very favourable and hence suggested to the ladies that we should start counting the streetlamps where we will run for 10 of them before walking 5 of them. It started well but we eventually lost count. Hahaha... But it still got us back to the first check point below the Gemilang Bridge which is now acting as the second check point. As we arrived, Nick and Jamie with few other runners already started making their way to the third check point at Taman Cabaran.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After refueling, we headed our way towards Pullman Hotel around the lake before heading towards Putrajaya International Convention Centre where we will turn right into Taman Cabaran. Along the way, there were more 100KM runners making their return trip and one of them was Kim Song where we stopped to have a brief chat. And just before arriving at the check point, we once again saw Nick and Jamie making their way.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Had a pretty lengthy stop at Taman Cabaran as I was told to go ahead by Jeannie. I was reluctant to do so but she assured me that both herself and Cheryl will know the way and will make it to the finish. After hesitating for a while, I agreed and gear up myself to chase down Nick and Jamie. And with everything in place and a pair of still pretty fresh legs, I zoomed off feeling rather fresh after a spray of bio water and managed to maintain myself at about 160 beats per minute heart rate at about 5.30 minutes pace.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I managed to pass a few runners en route to Persiaran Selatan as I soon arrived at the long miserable stretch of the rolling highway. Was glad that most street lamps were operational as I ran on the motorcycle lanes though certain stretch was pitch black like the underpasses. But as my headlmap was on full power mode, I navigated with ease as I try to spot a green blinking light (Nick's blinker) and a blue one (Jamie's blinker).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I think it was almost 5KM since I left the check point before I finally spotted 2 headlamps seated by the roadside. Yes, it was both Nick and Jamie and it appears that Nick was struggling with his knee which has swelled up. He asked the both of us to go ahead as he needed some time to relieve the discomfort but we did not want to leave him behind. We needed to get him at least to the check point at Taman Rimba Alam for safety concerns and will let him decide there if he should continue on. We weren't in a hurry and just took the opportunity to rest up a for a while before he finally got back up and resume the journey, slowly walking into it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ak4KrnEVcU/WEItRk8tWPI/AAAAAAAAGxU/ZfEvmNf6cQcK1xwEx7j8xfSqGMzUxbZwgCLcB/s1600/i-sxvBJ6h-M.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ak4KrnEVcU/WEItRk8tWPI/AAAAAAAAGxU/ZfEvmNf6cQcK1xwEx7j8xfSqGMzUxbZwgCLcB/s400/i-sxvBJ6h-M.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>When 2 78KM runners meets the 100 Miles runner.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It wasn't long again before we stopped by for a chat, but this time with the leading 100 Miler runner, A familiar face. It was our friend Jeff! Good for him for he was leading by a huge distance. We pushed on after wishing Jeff the best of luck as we started to climb a little towards the mid span of the highway. Jamie pulled ahead when I noticed that Nick was struggling with the climb and decided to slow down to regroup with him. And when we got to the top, Nick managed to find some momentum and strength to run a little down hill before exiting the highway into the Lebuh Perdana Timur before finally turning uphill towards the check point. And there will always be a hill for us to conquer before the check point, huh! Was taking my time and hence gulp down a can of black coffee I had with me before finally arriving to a very dark check point with only a single light bulb lighting the area. Shame on the municipal!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">All 3 of took our own sweet time to recompose. As my head was itchy, I took a bottle of ice cold water and rinse it while scrubbing my scalp. It felt really good but could been better if I had some shampoo with me. Haha... While doing so, I heard someone snoring which at first I thought was a 100 Miles runner. But apparently, it was one of the volunteers. Volunteering can be tiring, so respect the volunteers ya!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">With myself and Jamie ready to go, we gave Nick some words of encouragement and let him decide whether to push on or call it a night. Both of us slowly restarted our journey back and just before the turn-off back into Persiarang Selatan, we saw 2 ladies making their way to Taman Rimba Alam. It was Jeannie and Cheryl! I am so glad to be seeing both of them here and that lifted all our mood. AM sure they will do just fine as after all, they aren't very far apart from us. And with Nick still resting at the check point, they may just help each other.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We started to run a little once we re-entered the highway but soon realised that we needed to climb a little. We were about a marathon into the run already and surprisingly, I was still feeling rather good. Must been the earlier coffee and my hair wash! We power walked up the slope into darkness before soon spotting 2 headlamps heading our way. We at first was surprised to see that there were more runners heading towards Taman Rimba Alam but soon, we realised that they were actually Yan Leng and Piew who came to lend us support.! Many thanks! And with them, we managed to find our groove too as our pace increased tremendously, like say marathon pace! We were heading back fast, and managed to passed some other runners. Good on you legs!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">With companionship, the supposedly long torturous stretch of Persiaran Selatan was soon behind us as we arrived at Taman Cabaran feeling still pretty awake. Despite that, Piew offered me a can of black coffee that he had with him since he started running with us. He had 5 cans with him and with all 5 distributed among ourselves, he mentioned he felt much lighter. Haha...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It was only less than 7KM to the next check point by the lake side via Pullman Hotel. But with one whole can of black coffee just going into my tummy, I needed some time for it to settle down as I slowly walk it off. The gap within myself and the trio was getting bigger but I needn't panic for I slowly resume my run and finally managed to catch them up just before arriving at the check point.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">There were signs of sun rise as we refueled ourselves. It's not going to be another mentally torturous section around the core island and I hope to get by it with ease like the earlier highway section. We resume our journey by walking and it was a rather lengthy one. And for those who know, my walking speed is pretty miserable. I was loosing sights of them but I knew they were just ahead. And when the sun is finally up, I removed my reflective vest and also my headlamp which was a much relieve to me, especially my head.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Feeling "lighter" on my head, I began to play catch up to the trio ahead and caught up just before arriving at the park near the Prime Minister's office. And just ahead, we bid farewell to Yan Leng and Piew as they needed to head home for family duties awaits. Thank you for coming and supporting us through the night.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I continued on with Jamie, walking for most of the journey here. At this point of time, despite still feeling rather awake, my foot bed of my right foot is actually aching and I can't wait to reach the check point to have my shoes and socks removed. That I did when I arrived there and gave a good massage to my poor foot before lacing up for the final 10KM.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hZEhv8OR3jg/WEI7Wlx3scI/AAAAAAAAGx0/MwC609wVkNQtbeS7LCZV_6SSYNqNyuyFwCLcB/s1600/20161120_084722.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hZEhv8OR3jg/WEI7Wlx3scI/AAAAAAAAGx0/MwC609wVkNQtbeS7LCZV_6SSYNqNyuyFwCLcB/s400/20161120_084722.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The final 7KM.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The final 10KM will bring us through all the administrative offices within the core island. The exact same way where we first started our race yesterday night. First we needed to head towards the Prime Minister's office some 5KM away. We started with a 100KM runner who was on sandals and went towards the wrong way. I gave him a good shout to bring him back to the race route and he remained with us for a while as he was just too out of focus at that time. He joined up with his friends later as I continued with Jamie till the park just next to the Prime Minister's office where we rested for a moment. It was also here where we learnt that Nick has call it quits back at Taman Cabaran after about 54KM while Jeannie and Cheryl was still moving forward.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dVumtUME-fw/WEIs-O23PvI/AAAAAAAAGxI/ljLrHEvSgnQauC_A2PfrLAZhWkKVzI_MQCLcB/s1600/15167639_1431078826922079_1160571217250218899_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dVumtUME-fw/WEIs-O23PvI/AAAAAAAAGxI/ljLrHEvSgnQauC_A2PfrLAZhWkKVzI_MQCLcB/s400/15167639_1431078826922079_1160571217250218899_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Hanging on.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We pushed for our final 5KM using markers such as street lamps, bus stops and dustbins to allow our legs to run and also to rest. It worked well and after 12:55 hours and through the Gemilang Bridge one more time, we soon arrived back at Taman Sri Empangan completing the third edition of this Putrajaya ultra race with a distance of 78KM.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cUbow2fp64Y/WEIs4fUuYWI/AAAAAAAAGxE/8JwFWlDVwUwu4mz9KTWWjPAIqzCukSb_QCLcB/s1600/i-q33zKsG-M.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cUbow2fp64Y/WEIs4fUuYWI/AAAAAAAAGxE/8JwFWlDVwUwu4mz9KTWWjPAIqzCukSb_QCLcB/s400/i-q33zKsG-M.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Glad to have made it without any "tire puncture".</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Overall, I was pretty pleased with my performance at Putrajaya 78KM, definitely better than last weekend's <a href="http://runnerzcircle.blogspot.my/2016/11/putrajaya-night-marathon-2016.html">Putrajaya Night Marathon</a>. Legs was feeling rather good and surprisingly, I managed to stay awake. I had 7 cups or cans of coffee since yesterday morning till during the race and that kept me going I think. Talk about caffeine overdose!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ByxcpBuGe0s/WEItDcXsLLI/AAAAAAAAGxM/wYhIKu2IqVYJaRc8QUYw-FnYixU2uutOwCLcB/s1600/i-tt7bVH5-M.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ByxcpBuGe0s/WEItDcXsLLI/AAAAAAAAGxM/wYhIKu2IqVYJaRc8QUYw-FnYixU2uutOwCLcB/s400/i-tt7bVH5-M.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>We ran Putrajaya 78KM! We didn't drive ya.</i>&nbsp;</div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After hanging around and cleaning up, together with Jeff who eventually won the 100 Miles category (WELL DONE JEFF!), we headed to the newly open McDonald's for a quick meal and also some over ordering of french fries, and also catching up before driving them home respectively.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-22WlvJU7mhQ/WEItHpHyXxI/AAAAAAAAGxQ/s_A418yu4LgwXcERinXSRwgZEqiWv2h0wCLcB/s1600/15181612_10154702000913899_1866464124373775645_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="251" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-22WlvJU7mhQ/WEItHpHyXxI/AAAAAAAAGxQ/s_A418yu4LgwXcERinXSRwgZEqiWv2h0wCLcB/s400/15181612_10154702000913899_1866464124373775645_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>With Jeff, the 100 Miles champion holding our ticket to our cheat, I mean recovery meal.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As for the event itself, although I did enjoyed it, I personally felt it was downgrade in terms of quality compared to last year's edition especially in the food department where lesser varieties was served. As for the directional markers, there were hit and misses but the organisers did provide the GPX files for reference so that is actually pretty acceptable, at least for me. But I was glad that Saucony managed to be able to sponsor this event as the official shoe and had sponsored 12 pairs of shoes to the 12 finisher's of the 100 Miles category. I am just glad that my suggestion did somehow managed to pull through at the final hour. Phew...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">For what Putrajaya 78KM is to me this year which I enjoyed very much once again, it was my final race for this year as I decided to give myself a lengthy break before resuming with Comrades training. And it was also a fruitful one as both Jeannie and Cheryl ran their furthest when they successfully completed the 78KM distance. Well done ladies! But for many others, I believe we all will miss this run as according to Team Pacat, this third edition will probably be the final one as the authorities has decided to increased the rentals and charges for not only the venues, but also the check points. What a shame but I do hope something can be done else, we might just see Team Pacat moving this event to another place which may also be favourable to us runners.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">* All photos here credited to respective photographers. Thank you.</div>Frank Chonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06429803103141435160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747952783408846314.post-81936182412824391072016-11-22T13:30:00.000+08:002016-11-22T14:00:36.048+08:00Putrajaya Night Marathon 2016...<div style="text-align: justify;">Event: Putrajaya Night Marathon 2016</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Venue: Dataran Putrajaya</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Date: 12 November 2016</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Time: 8.00PM</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Distance: 42.195KM (42.5KM by Suunto Ambit 3 Sapphire)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shoe: Saucony Kinvara 7 RunShield</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>By Frank</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My first marathon since my Comrades qualifier at last year's <a href="http://runnerzcircle.blogspot.my/2015/11/istanbul-marathon-2015.html">Istanbul Marathon</a>, I was actually a little reluctant to register and run the Putrajaya Night Marathon (PNM) for I know it was just a week after <a href="http://runnerzcircle.blogspot.my/2016/11/bromo-tengger-semeru-ultra-2016.html">BTS Ultra</a> (Bromo Tengger Semeru). I registered pretty late too as I waited for the announcement of other marathons to be used as my Comrades qualifier for next year. However, to no avail, most marathon dates just didn't fit my schedule and with no other choice this was my only ticket to South Africa next year.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I ran the very <a href="http://runnerzcircle.blogspot.my/2010/02/putrajaya-night-marathon-2010.html">first edition of PNM</a> back in year 2010 and did not run it since then. But yet, I heard horror stories of cars being broken n year after year despite the run itself being well organised. And with that, I opt to arrive at the race site as early as at 4PM to secure a good parking spot and that I did, which was just opposite Dorsett Hotel just below a street lamp, hoping the lights will shine on my car throughout the night.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G0FgZ4TgNrM/WDPc9-wbHMI/AAAAAAAAGwQ/t6Qd54oDydIIjWpTGOGy2ICRxVMPhYAOACLcB/s1600/PNM%2BMap.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="282" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G0FgZ4TgNrM/WDPc9-wbHMI/AAAAAAAAGwQ/t6Qd54oDydIIjWpTGOGy2ICRxVMPhYAOACLcB/s400/PNM%2BMap.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The Putrajaya Night Marathon race route.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As I waited in my car, I was glad I brought along some bread to munch on while waiting for the race start at 8PM. There were rain clouds all over Putrajaya with the forecasted rain to arrive at any time.At 6PM , the rain finally came. Though not heavy, it was enough to bring out the humidity of Purtrajaya and also to wet the race course. Eventually, I geared up and for a very long time since I really do not know when, I opt for shorts and t-shirt to run with this time. And knowing that my legs still has yet to recover from last week's adventure, I put on the CEP calf and quad sleeve as part of some preventive measures.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-10GeIJzTyxk/WDPds4PGHFI/AAAAAAAAGwU/hz8BN1oOsaAyS5NgyUbb5biL9XNeSvgUgCLcB/s1600/20161112_171441.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-10GeIJzTyxk/WDPds4PGHFI/AAAAAAAAGwU/hz8BN1oOsaAyS5NgyUbb5biL9XNeSvgUgCLcB/s400/20161112_171441.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The Saucony Kinvara 7 RunShield for the forecasted wet marathon.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Proceeded to the race site and soon the rain got heavier as everyone seek shelter along the canopies and bus stops. Eventually, the starting pent were open as runners made their way in. I managed to secure a spot just behind the Afircan elites at the front. But knowing the condition I was in, I expected many runners to pass me as soon as the race got underway. I knew my legs were protesting and my body needed rest. But in my mind, I know I had to do this for there will not be another marathon for me as I headed towards next year's Comrades. I just needed a sub 5 hours finish time, and that I can do though I know it will be painful. Am not expecting an Istanbul nor an Amsterdam this time so legs, just behave and bring me home ya!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O8A-TVO1g10/WDPegRokvrI/AAAAAAAAGwc/ZRA9iervc98T9VAC2p8pQaRol-NPdvr5QCLcB/s1600/20161112_174533.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O8A-TVO1g10/WDPegRokvrI/AAAAAAAAGwc/ZRA9iervc98T9VAC2p8pQaRol-NPdvr5QCLcB/s400/20161112_174533.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Someone built&nbsp;a very nice gantry.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The male emcee was really irritating me with his sarcastic jokes and I can't wait to start. Was glad the countdown of 10 started and at 8PM sharps, the marathon was started as I slowly find my pace. Not surprisingly, I was passed by many runners as I navigated through the slippery wet road before exiting into a much wider Lebuh Setia which lead to Lebuh Wadi Ehsan. With a mild climb ahead, I was surprise to see Selva zoom pass me. He was indeed going very fast, probably at a 5 minutes pace. I hope he knows it was still a long way to go. I've no intention of following him and besides, I still couldn't find my rhythm.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My legs were protesting right off the start earlier and my heart rate was spiking. My whole body felt heavy and was resisting to move. Indeed all signs of fatigue and perhaps under training too. It will be a long night for me and all I could do was just to hang on and do my very best. After all, a ticket to Comrades was at stake.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As I approach the climb, I could already see returning runners at the opposite side which includes Jeff whom we greeted each other with a thumbs up. And upon making my turn, the first refreshment station came into view ahead as I grabbed a cup of water to wet my throat before pushing forward. At 5KM, runners were to make a turn off towards the main highway in darkness. There were same minor construction here and not wanting to trip or fall over, I slowed down to make sure my path was clean. Organisers could have installed a temporary generator here to power some lights for safety sake.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I survived the darkness and entered into the Persiaran Selatan highway. I didn't recognise it at first, but after running a bit further, I soon noticed that it was the same highway where I ran through at Putrajaya 100KM from Taman Cabaran heading towards Taman Rimba Alam. A sneak preview of what lies ahead next week! Had almost all the lanes here to run for with one reserve for the vehicles.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The highway was a long affair of rolling up and down as we ran towards Persiaran Timur. The leaders most of them made up of African runners were already making their way back as I arrived at the 11KM mark. And as for me, I just continue to make my way forward and was glad nothing unfortunate happen, except for me slowing down as the distance grow. It's all about survival for me now for Comrades is at stake.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The u-turn point couldn't come sooner at 16KM near the turn off to Alamanda Shopping Centre and boy I was glad that runners need tot run up the overhead bridge to make the turn and instead, there was an opening in between the railings. Phew... And it was here that I pass Selva whose fiery start has taken its toll on him. And for the return leg, it was another affair of rolling up and down the highway back to where I came from. And by the halfway point, surprisingly, it was my right knee that started to hurt. I guess there was too much compensation on it after the knock on my left knee at both Cameron Ultra and Bromo. It was still manageable and I continued to push on till 25KM before I finally gave in, and started the walk run strategy.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">With my heart rate still spiking, I knew my body was constantly utilising sugar as it's primary fuel and I begun taking isotonic drinks while pouring water over my head to cool myself down. I was loosing time as I approach the 30KM u-turn point in the dark. Yes, it was total darkness and even the volunteers there didn't have much lighting to light the area. Organisers should really look into this as portable battery powered lanterns are widely available nowadays at very reasonably price.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was struggling to move and all I can just keep telling myself is to get to the next water station which is about 2.5KM to 3KM apart to get some drinks and also water to splash myself with. Pace was definitely not getting any faster as fatigue set in. But as of my other long distance races, I began to use markers such as street lamps, road reflectives or even bushes to help with my walk run strategy. It really help and soon I arrived at the 36KM mark back near the entrance to the Putrajaya core island with the convention center looking down on me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">At the 36KM mark water station, I gulp in plenty of water. I poured water from other cups into the only single cup I used hoping to save the environment. However, to my disgust, the volunteer threw all the cups away and just before I left, I politely told her that her actions wasn't acceptable. I only held the cups and did not even drink from it. She agreed with me and apologies for her actions which I gladly accepted. After all, it's all about educating and admitting to mistakes.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I saw the Putrajaya "3 sisters" and knew I was heading the right way. However, it soon appeared behind me and I wonder where was I heading towards as I saw faster runners running on the opposite side. There must be a u-turn ahead and it soon appeared near the 38KM point. Up the flyover and turning back down on the opposite side.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">With the final 3KM or so to go, like Comrades, strength began to return as I huff and puff the final stretch of the highway before turning back into Lebuh Setia where it all started some close to 5 hours ago. And at the final Kilometer or so, I saw Mister "You know who I am" from The "H" maximalist shoe ambassador. And it was because of his very arrogant character, I told myself that I must at least zoom pass him, and that I did. Hahaha...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The final straight at Persiaran Perbandaran was a sense of relieve for me. The finish gantry was just ahead and I had 15 minutes to spare. And with that, I knew my Comrades slot for next year is secured as I completed the race in 4:46:20 hours, qualifying for a H seeding. YAY!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I didn't linger too long at the finish, only managing to catch up with Wind before making my way to my car. Cleaned up and changed into fresh clothing before another marathon back home, this time driving. Yes, it's a marathon 42KM distance from Putrajaya to home. Hahaha...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Overall, an expected results for me at Putrajaya Night Marathon. I wasn't sore about it despite one of my worst marathon timings in the past 3 years. I can only blame myself for the lack of training and also recent events at Bromo and also my tooth surgery. But all in all, I am still glad to complete it within 5 hours to secure my slot for next year's Comrades which I will once again start from the final pent. And with this, I have yet another visit to Putrajaya the next weekend for an even longer distance, an event organised by the friendly people of Team Pacat. And that, I look forward to!</div>Frank Chonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06429803103141435160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747952783408846314.post-72789370376898853052016-11-16T09:42:00.000+08:002016-11-21T14:25:48.147+08:00Bromo Tengger Semeru Ultra 2016...<div style="text-align: justify;">Event: Bromo Tengger Semeru Ultra 2016</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Venue: Cemero Lawang, East Java, Indonesia</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Date: 04 November 2016</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Time: 11.30PM</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Distance: 102.8KM</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shoe: Saucony Xodus 6</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>By Frank</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I enjoyed the <a href="http://runnerzcircle.blogspot.my/2015/10/vietnam-mountain-marathon-2015.html">Vietnam Mountain Marathon 2015</a> and was delighted when they announced that there will be the inaugural 100KM this year. However, with my trail friends deciding to make a trip to Bromo, Indonesia instead for the Bromo Tengger Semeru (BTS) Ultra, I opt for it too. Besides, it will be more fun together with them especially when the group is large this time round. And with no trip to Scotland during this time of the year, knowing that to visit a new place will be something to look forward to.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wv5Ea5xkwv4/WCqaRv_KncI/AAAAAAAAGtE/GJ0VEeL2Wh4BFZ4sflYizohIVAkYxXrGQCLcB/s1600/btsu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="236" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wv5Ea5xkwv4/WCqaRv_KncI/AAAAAAAAGtE/GJ0VEeL2Wh4BFZ4sflYizohIVAkYxXrGQCLcB/s400/btsu.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vj2rHR-az7Y/WCqi70-2E1I/AAAAAAAAGtc/b1qkZi4Me7scP6D9YZrmSYO3VFzMsrkrQCLcB/s1600/14890446_10153965435359149_1724775192941722613_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vj2rHR-az7Y/WCqi70-2E1I/AAAAAAAAGtc/b1qkZi4Me7scP6D9YZrmSYO3VFzMsrkrQCLcB/s400/14890446_10153965435359149_1724775192941722613_o.jpg" width="265" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The smoking Mount Bromo with Mount Batok at the front and the majestic Mount Semeru at the back.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Air tickets was purchased way back in January 2016 as the fare was really cheap. And by a couple of weeks later, accommodation was all settled for. Even my shoe of choice was all settled immediately thanks to my friends at Saucony Malaysia for sponsoring me a pair of Saucony Xodus 6. However, despite hearing all the horror stories of the BTS Ultra, I kept my focus on <a href="https://runnerzcircle.blogspot.my/2016/06/comrades-marathon-2016.html">Comrades</a> and <a href="https://runnerzcircle.blogspot.my/2016/07/west-highland-way-race-2016.html">West Highland Way Race</a> (WHWR). I don't deny that I was itching to participate for the 170KM distance but with no experience, I decided to leave it till I complete WHWR before making a decision. And just before leaving for South Africa, I was informed that our initial fligt to Surabaya had been cancelled. But was glad Piew and Yan Leng step in to help follow up with the case as I was away from home. And it was all sorted out by moving to the next flight which did in a way mess up our itinerary a little.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fa2u6_fSoaU/WCqaY7K44KI/AAAAAAAAGtI/r0JCegJPbfMigUVdFg9yCzZCv7Jp92G5gCLcB/s1600/BTS2016-100K-GAIN.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="248" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fa2u6_fSoaU/WCqaY7K44KI/AAAAAAAAGtI/r0JCegJPbfMigUVdFg9yCzZCv7Jp92G5gCLcB/s400/BTS2016-100K-GAIN.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The elevation profile of the BTS Ultra 100KM course.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Despite knowing that the BTS Ultra was a very tough race of another kind, I did not actually study on it until I was back from WHWR. And knowing that I wanted to slow down a little and have a rest during that period of time to get some issues like my tooth sorted out, I &nbsp;only listed to the stories by Piew and Yan Leng who ran the 70KM distance 2 years back. And by looking back at the finishing rates from previous years too, I made my mind that the 170KM wasn't for me yet and hence decided for 100KM instead. And when registration was opened in August 2016, as excited as I am to venture into a different type of running, it was also a holiday that I was looking forward to.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tE0lhzeY_rA/WCqaz_hvIvI/AAAAAAAAGtM/T6-Lf4MaDmEU3aQQryeHM894RswlH9ayQCLcB/s1600/BTS2016-100K-MAP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="198" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tE0lhzeY_rA/WCqaz_hvIvI/AAAAAAAAGtM/T6-Lf4MaDmEU3aQQryeHM894RswlH9ayQCLcB/s400/BTS2016-100K-MAP.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Race course map of the BTS Ultra 100KM.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Issues with my wisdom tooth mess up my running a little. Had not had the time to train as much as I would like to and with some knocks during <a href="http://runnerzcircle.blogspot.my/2016/10/cameron-ultra-trail-2016.html">Cameron Ultra</a> just 3 weeks ago, I know I will be asking for trouble at BTS Ultra even knowing that I face a potential DNF (Did Not Finish). But I told myself that I wanted to give it a go especially with my friends and that I will never know if I never try. And with that mindset, the day arrived for the 9 of us, myself, Yan Leng, Piew, Richi, Leong, Jeannie, Angie, Deenee and Zoe to make ourselves to Bromo.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Hello Indonesia - Thursday, 3 November 2016</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Our initial first flight out got cancelled and then rescheduled 3 times and then delayed for almost an hour. Things did not start well and we were all very tired having arrived at the airport as early as 6.30AM. "Thank you" Air Asia! But the positive is that the flight was smooth and that we landed safely at Juanda International Airport, Surabaya. Our nightmare continued when our arranged official transport tried to squeeze us into their bus. With the journey taking up to 4 hours, myself, Piew, Yan Leng and Jeannie refused to board the bus and asked for a Toyota Avanza instead which was then given.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gRq9VGzWF7E/WCqjFlAF44I/AAAAAAAAGtg/CiXLt6w78WkHAIRkyJQl2shD2l6ufS-tACLcB/s1600/14876484_10153967378704149_7812216179076493733_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gRq9VGzWF7E/WCqjFlAF44I/AAAAAAAAGtg/CiXLt6w78WkHAIRkyJQl2shD2l6ufS-tACLcB/s400/14876484_10153967378704149_7812216179076493733_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>On the way to Bromo in our little Toyota Avanza.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We arrived at Bromo Permai Hotel in chilly conditions ahead of others and waited for them and our luggage which arrived abuot half an hour later. Things got better here as we checked into our respective room which was decently comfortable before having our much anticipated dinner at the hotel. We were all so hungry and was glad the meal served was good enough.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRReFsuS2_g/WCqjRUzvc9I/AAAAAAAAGtk/hf1nSGDl3f4aEMIapVq8HP7uOJ7zfOiKgCLcB/s1600/14976550_10153967378869149_496416473426245535_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRReFsuS2_g/WCqjRUzvc9I/AAAAAAAAGtk/hf1nSGDl3f4aEMIapVq8HP7uOJ7zfOiKgCLcB/s400/14976550_10153967378869149_496416473426245535_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>First meal together at Bromo.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">With dinner all down into our tummies, we made our way to Lava View Hotel at Cemero Lawang to check out the race village. Still setting up and with Mount Bromo and Mount Batok hidden in sheer darkness, we returned to our rooms to call it a night.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Race preparation - Friday, 4 November 2016</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The group woke up as early as 5.30AM to visit Mount Bromo. Despite waking up myself, I decided to sleep back in to get additional rest for the race was scheduled to start at midnight later. I needed all the rest I can get knowing that my weakness in long distance running will always be my sleep.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vmsjO06YzZI/WCqjdg_YLcI/AAAAAAAAGto/QEEvm2J3kIEEyqp5fuX9kXNzJ8MS1RGyQCLcB/s1600/14940196_10153968802909149_7767757037086907206_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vmsjO06YzZI/WCqjdg_YLcI/AAAAAAAAGto/QEEvm2J3kIEEyqp5fuX9kXNzJ8MS1RGyQCLcB/s400/14940196_10153968802909149_7767757037086907206_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Checking out Mount Bromo (left) and Mount Batok (right) from the distance.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Woke up a couple of hours later myself and walked around the surroundings with both the volcanoes Mount Bromo and Mount Batok looking majestically beautiful from the distance. With the tummy grumbling again, I went for breakfast while waiting for the rest to return before we headed out to the race village again to collect our race pack. Decently organised, we had a few photos taken before returning to our rooms to get our drop bags sorted out where we were greeted by last year's 30KM champion, Fadel who was a really nice chap. He was aiming to go 2 levels higher this time by attempting the 100KM distance and was aiming to complete it in 14 hours! Our jaws dropped upon hearing that!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-srmhXwLLwp0/WCqj2lzGp5I/AAAAAAAAGtw/HSZ9PBBmb1cTdlkbvtYMSSrmuT09gcOaACLcB/s1600/14976560_10153968831419149_1572318874887455455_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-srmhXwLLwp0/WCqj2lzGp5I/AAAAAAAAGtw/HSZ9PBBmb1cTdlkbvtYMSSrmuT09gcOaACLcB/s400/14976560_10153968831419149_1572318874887455455_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>100KM for the 4 of us. Maybe a relay was a better idea? LOLz...</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">With all the stories, quickly enough, it was already time for lunch as we headed out this time for a simple lunch just outside the hotel before returning to the room for a short rest. Couldn't rest much though and it was time to head back to race village to have our drop bags deposited, race briefing and also to send our good vibes for the 170KM runners who will start their race at 5.00PM.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9r0aYN639TI/WCqkPQhPJCI/AAAAAAAAGt0/NCixlaAbgW0ZHAh9AJSqQZE2KmXqKdFFwCLcB/s1600/14884567_10153968833244149_6997900550833416342_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9r0aYN639TI/WCqkPQhPJCI/AAAAAAAAGt0/NCixlaAbgW0ZHAh9AJSqQZE2KmXqKdFFwCLcB/s400/14884567_10153968833244149_6997900550833416342_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>My battle gear sorted out. Decided to leave the poles behind though.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M5oWzQA-FTo/WCqjqfKWkZI/AAAAAAAAGts/2KnHzEoLITkHOrLLkEzOTmlR-Nff07XWQCLcB/s1600/14939455_10153969420954149_3565620377499919942_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M5oWzQA-FTo/WCqjqfKWkZI/AAAAAAAAGts/2KnHzEoLITkHOrLLkEzOTmlR-Nff07XWQCLcB/s400/14939455_10153969420954149_3565620377499919942_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Dinner together before the battle together.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Back to the room for another round of short rest before dinner at the hotel's cafe and then another round of short rest before gearing up for the midnight start. Didn't feel fully recharge but guess that will do. With the earlier rain during the 170KM start, conditions was chilly as I had my BV Spport base layer top and Uniqlo Heatteach long sleeve on. A quick mandatory gear check and we went into the cafe to hide from the cold. As more runners arrived including the 70KM distance which is to start together with, myself together with Yan Leng, Piew, Richi and Leong made our way to the start line hoping to get a clean start later. A few photos including silly video of us dancing followed by some last minutes reminder and instructions by the race director, we were ready.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowFullScreen='true' webkitallowfullscreen='true' mozallowfullscreen='true' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxT0nZN_opRYnCFXChyJAE_zpmgwxTUSSwCzL75PAVXnLjejunl2gYQKGzONGTcR9bC7JkDJ8DSIdYPWXuccQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' FRAMEBORDER='0' /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Kindly do not laugh ya.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4aYtb55YEww/WCqsHfI57RI/AAAAAAAAGuU/kzpYxJMHDDEgk2Qvj1H8Cmvft2lbgmJqQCLcB/s1600/14925627_10211319692167740_7035509103636683857_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4aYtb55YEww/WCqsHfI57RI/AAAAAAAAGuU/kzpYxJMHDDEgk2Qvj1H8Cmvft2lbgmJqQCLcB/s400/14925627_10211319692167740_7035509103636683857_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Ready to rock and roll!</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Race day - Saturday, 5 November 2016</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The race officially got underway at sharp 12AM midnight. A climb greeted us immediately after the start and with the entire race course above 2,000M above sea level, altitude will be a problem. Immediately, I could already feel the effect as runners started passing me. My strategy was to follow Piew and Yan Leng for as long as I could but instead, I lost them at the start, which includes Richi too, as I was huffing and puffing trying to get myself away from the race start.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It was after about half a Kilometer in that when we entered the trails that I managed to settle down a little. But with single file all the way, I had to play to the rules and stay safe by running in a straight line and soon, we started to descend into a huge open area filled with volcanic ash. And it was here that I caught back up with the trio of Piew, Yan Leng and Richi. Phew... All is not lost yet. We ran together and with my Buff covering my face, I arrived at the first mountain first, B29 and started climbing through the long bushes and big rocks. Reminds me of Mount Nuang back home.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was sandwiched between 2 local runners as we made our way up B29. As it was technical and yet slippery, we took rest in between as I took the opportunity to look back where I witness a magnificent trail of runner's headlamp lighting the trail behind like a mighty dragon.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Without any mishaps, I got to the top of B29 where the first check point awaits at 7KM. Everything was fine as I was settling into the altitude a little and also the chilly conditions. Guess my experience at Scotland was helping with the latter. Knowing the rest are making their way up shortly, I waited for them before we continued on for the 11KM or so to Ranu Pane together into yet another single file trail, but this time only much tougher.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Continuing ahead, the trails were slowly desceding though not really noticeable. However, it was made tough by the "V" shape path made by the "Ojek"s (motorcycle). Not only that, certain areas was slippery due to the rain earlier. And at one bushy area, I was even smack right into my eyes by a branch who came swinging back but was lucky there weren't any thorns on it. But lots of team work here, as we waited for each other and whoever was leading the way signaled out the rest behind of incoming &nbsp;obstacles such as water puddle, mud or branches. Great job!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We soon exited the trails into a village and on to the tarmac for some relieve and eventually arrived at the second check point at Ranu Pane located within a little cafe of some sort. 18KM into the race and we were at 4.00 hours! The time explains how tough is the course and the second half will be even tougher!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The check point here is well equipped with water to hot beverages and light snacks. Took a little time to "re-gear" ourselves while munching down some of the snacks we brought along. I had waffles though and once everyone was ready, we continued on for the next 10KM to Ranu Kumbolo.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">What goes down, will go back up and this is how I describe the journey to Ranu Kumbolo. But it was a journey of magnificent view as sunrise awaits. The trail was rather run-able though the long bushes by the side did cover up certain parts. Not wanting to risk any mishaps, we ran when we could, and walk when we can't. And we waited for each other too. My headlamp started signaling for low battery and eventually went off. Was glad my pals was with me as they shone the lights on me while I changed for a new sets of batteries. But a little more longer, the dawn broke and the sky lighted in magnificent orange. And it was time for my GoPro to come out as we started taking some photo, some funny ones too. It did slow us down but it was really worth it.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_3WuN3zJNYQ/WCqsx94TAgI/AAAAAAAAGuY/WbtMvkcVd_E6NKMjskAkUz3vvN1dWM4LACLcB/s1600/14980722_1280550928675733_8766862621360603557_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_3WuN3zJNYQ/WCqsx94TAgI/AAAAAAAAGuY/WbtMvkcVd_E6NKMjskAkUz3vvN1dWM4LACLcB/s400/14980722_1280550928675733_8766862621360603557_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And dawn breaks!</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IGLjuXlm1Hc/WCqtCtzsPzI/AAAAAAAAGuc/5QzNCWF6G5MqtNgdRtcp0OJihRCrfq-aQCLcB/s1600/15025488_10153979304124149_4454361905489940852_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IGLjuXlm1Hc/WCqtCtzsPzI/AAAAAAAAGuc/5QzNCWF6G5MqtNgdRtcp0OJihRCrfq-aQCLcB/s400/15025488_10153979304124149_4454361905489940852_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Just being silly and enjoying myself when I am still able to.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We utilised the huts on the way to regroup should some went ahead faster. But it was when all got to a junction pointing to "Semeru" where a climb was next that everyone got together with a couple of other runners. It was a steep climb but from the top, it was a drop to the lake at Ranu Kumbolo. Another fantastic view awaits as hikers and camps was seen next to the lake.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eTmC3Bchles/WCqtU-C8VnI/AAAAAAAAGug/cBWzh5N7P_kvDUvRaHo8hidqDz5PQLCCQCLcB/s1600/15025475_10153979306959149_860109766939637179_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eTmC3Bchles/WCqtU-C8VnI/AAAAAAAAGug/cBWzh5N7P_kvDUvRaHo8hidqDz5PQLCCQCLcB/s400/15025475_10153979306959149_860109766939637179_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Heading towards the lake at Ranu Kumbolo.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">6:20 hours was the elapsed time when we got here. A massive task was next as we needed to climb the short but yet steep Bukit Cinta. We bumped into Thomas here as we took our time to "re-gear" ourselves. As the temperature got a warmer, I removed my long sleeve top and felt the relieve immediately. We started our climb with same tiring faces along the way. Took us about 7 minutes to get to the top of this 300M mammoth before we dropped to the lavender field below, yet another magnificent view of the mountainous landscape here.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fX6rruwfctU/WCqwJ6GxfVI/AAAAAAAAGvE/JeQoIc9ifwg5zTjoIT-EUSa66JqhziZ1gCLcB/s1600/15002254_10153979309309149_5879935919625643304_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fX6rruwfctU/WCqwJ6GxfVI/AAAAAAAAGvE/JeQoIc9ifwg5zTjoIT-EUSa66JqhziZ1gCLcB/s400/15002254_10153979309309149_5879935919625643304_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Climbing the short, deadly and steep Bukit Cinta.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9UDvzmf84wY/WCqv1I9gL2I/AAAAAAAAGvA/QyXAAm4ncC0KCADW45nT_9l5KAWX2L4vgCLcB/s1600/15002502_10153979311649149_1050323464075269346_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9UDvzmf84wY/WCqv1I9gL2I/AAAAAAAAGvA/QyXAAm4ncC0KCADW45nT_9l5KAWX2L4vgCLcB/s400/15002502_10153979311649149_1050323464075269346_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Beautiful lavender field.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We could already see the majestic Mount Semeru awaiting us from the distance. However, being a mountain ahead will also mean that we will need to climb to get to it, well at least near to it at Kalimati, some 5KM away. And with that, altitude started taking effect on me too as I got slower as I struggled for oxygen. Richi was already way ahead with Piew and Yan Leng still within manageable distance.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mY1vC1ebf74/WCqtsPV9lXI/AAAAAAAAGuk/8RJ-h_Xagnoa9F2zF7KjKS1YdCAG3TbrQCLcB/s1600/15002292_10153979310499149_8325221272513542435_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mY1vC1ebf74/WCqtsPV9lXI/AAAAAAAAGuk/8RJ-h_Xagnoa9F2zF7KjKS1YdCAG3TbrQCLcB/s400/15002292_10153979310499149_8325221272513542435_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>On the way to Kalimati at the foot of Mount Semeru means more climbing.&nbsp;</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Altitude starts to get worse from Cemoro Kandang.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">There were runners making their return to Ranu Kumbolo after turning back from Kalimati. Some were running the 70KM distance while others the 100KM distance including Fadel. Somere were informing of the time to get to arrive at Kalimati but what they didn't state was whether ro run or walk? I kept going despite feeling dizzy due to the altitude and also the rising temperature, but was glad to made it to the top at about 2,767M above sea level, which is almost the highest point of the entire race course, before another short descent to Kalimati with Mount Semeru overlooking us. The trio of Richi, Piew and Yan Leng was waiting for me as I received my first wrist band here.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Without any food or drinks here as it was just a u-turn point, we quickly made our way after I gave each of us a refreshing bio-water spray. Was still struggling with dizziness and a little discomfort on my left knee which suffered a couple of knocks back at Cameron Ultra, in a matters of minutes, the trio went ahead. But the many other runners and familiar faces making their way to Kalimati did help me divert my struggles away which includes Leong, Renee and Kim Song. And as I reached different areas on the way back to the Lavender field, the trio was still waiting for me and I felt thankful and grateful to them. We climbed back up Bukit Cinta before descending back down to Ranu Kumbolo for a slightly longer stop.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">With 38KM covered in just slightly under 9 hours and with the next check point being the halfway point at Jemplang some 16KM away, we needed to fill ourselves up. I started munching on some cashew nuts and dried guavas that I had with me while washing it down with some isotonic drink and water. And when we were ready to go, we bid Ranu Kumbolo farewell departing from another trail onward heading to the savanna lookalike field under the hot sunny conditions.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rA-S8ynp_GM/WCqvh8jXK3I/AAAAAAAAGu8/A7DTOAi3NQEs3z0nqcQml9EUjbNJ9psnACLcB/s1600/15025314_10153979311919149_5643018900705366126_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rA-S8ynp_GM/WCqvh8jXK3I/AAAAAAAAGu8/A7DTOAi3NQEs3z0nqcQml9EUjbNJ9psnACLcB/s400/15025314_10153979311919149_5643018900705366126_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The open savanna like field and we needed to climb that hill!</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My headache was getting worst as we made our way along the open area before hitting the climbs again. It was an endless climb though not really technical, it was steep. I had to stop to catch my breath at times and also to relieve myself of the pain that was hitting me on my head. I was definitely struggling and my friends took note and asked if I need Paracetamol to help ease my discomfort. I was really reluctant to take it as most of you know how much I am against taking painkillers. I didn't even take it after my wisdom tooth extraction and lived through it. However, after much persuasion and considering that it may be too dangerous for me to carry on with the pain behind my head, I took 1 tablet of 650MG strength. And honestly speaking, I felt disgusted with my decision.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ulfwrIxFDps/WCqu_6eLiOI/AAAAAAAAGu0/oy0DAmj6AJkyyRQ75bgfKpq3eBKoPlP-ACLcB/s1600/14939988_10153979312224149_6643248315258844011_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ulfwrIxFDps/WCqu_6eLiOI/AAAAAAAAGu0/oy0DAmj6AJkyyRQ75bgfKpq3eBKoPlP-ACLcB/s400/14939988_10153979312224149_6643248315258844011_o.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Climbing and more climbing and with a headache.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YZrTQ1O1sSI/WCqvTUQLRgI/AAAAAAAAGu4/Ze2B9wqSVX8ur3B-cVAsYJ3EgPEHCHe8ACLcB/s1600/15025230_10153979312084149_5799994117957064354_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YZrTQ1O1sSI/WCqvTUQLRgI/AAAAAAAAGu4/Ze2B9wqSVX8ur3B-cVAsYJ3EgPEHCHe8ACLcB/s400/15025230_10153979312084149_5799994117957064354_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Mount Semeru in the distance shrouded in clouds.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Steps after steps forward and upward along the spectacular view, all 4 of us were just glad to made it to the top where a group of runners from both 70KM and 100KM distances were resting. Had fun joking with them before bidding them farewell with a group photo together. It's time to descend and with the trails being run-able again, I was glad that my headache has begun to subside.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zRChq6Z5vxw/WCqlKfT0NCI/AAAAAAAAGuA/g4zv4MdUIKUmw25fhOUtEpzRFv1Y04l5gCLcB/s1600/15003396_10153979313369149_467813376600978274_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zRChq6Z5vxw/WCqlKfT0NCI/AAAAAAAAGuA/g4zv4MdUIKUmw25fhOUtEpzRFv1Y04l5gCLcB/s400/15003396_10153979313369149_467813376600978274_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>70KM and 100KM runners unite!</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_sy6LsdjcI8/WCqlUN6URPI/AAAAAAAAGuE/7hg9FUzACVEz5xEfqSn1kA3q_cfVKF5JgCLcB/s1600/14976653_10153979313539149_5047633931290846793_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_sy6LsdjcI8/WCqlUN6URPI/AAAAAAAAGuE/7hg9FUzACVEz5xEfqSn1kA3q_cfVKF5JgCLcB/s400/14976653_10153979313539149_5047633931290846793_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>A little drama from us.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SAfrBgHGaFo/WCqwcXdueHI/AAAAAAAAGvI/ybNWFwQKC1IAljkCFTsiUld44IDgXTL3wCLcB/s1600/15000043_10153979314774149_4606967493939209853_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SAfrBgHGaFo/WCqwcXdueHI/AAAAAAAAGvI/ybNWFwQKC1IAljkCFTsiUld44IDgXTL3wCLcB/s400/15000043_10153979314774149_4606967493939209853_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>A wefie with a cute village kid did brighten up my mood.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Eventually, we arrived at a village with cabbage, onion and potatoes farms surrounding it. Was a couple of Kilometers walk before we refueled ourselves again with some snacks before reentering the trails again. But the trails that greeted us next wasn't what I expected. We had to climb to the top and from there it was a very slippery descend down via loose soil where we need to us the ropes there. While Richi was already way at the bottom with only his voice echoing through the bushes, I took note that both Piew and Yan Leng was grabbing to the ropes and back tracking down. However for me, I found an easier way which is to squat and slide down with one hand grabbing the road. I felt more comfortable and confidence this way though my poor Saucony tights had to go through some abrasions while shielding my backside. But in the end, all of us got to the bottom safely with a magnificent view of potato farm greeting us.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Richi was already way ahead of us with Piew and Yan Leng just ahead of me. Was in no rush though, as some music occupied the surroundings. Apparently there was some musical show happening at the turn off exit to the road where we are heading towards. We got there with some locals cheering us on. It will be another couple of Kiometers climb upwards before reaching Jemplang. Was glad that there were 2 officials setting up an unofficial check point for runners to refill their hydration. Weather cooled a little with a little hint of rain clouds hovering among the mountains.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The climb was horrendously long. I was delighted when I saw an eatery by the roadside thinking that is the check point. To my disappointment, it wasn't and we had to move forward more. But was lucky that it wasn't really far away as we got there in just below 13 hours. However, to our horror, the halfway point Jemplang check point at 53KM was just a hut on a slope with some big construction roads by the side. And they just had to put our drop bags at the highest point where we had to retrieve it ourselves. I was missing the Cameron Ultra volunteers dearly at this point of time considering the service provided by the BTS volunteers was just no comments. The difference was just miles and miles apart.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Anyhow, I reorganised my gears, charged my phone and Suunto while having my snacks ad my all important coffee. A pretty lengthy stop as the cut off time here was at 14 hours where we had ample time. We asked Richi to go ahead but he insisted to wait on before we left together descending down towards Mount Bromo via the Sea of Sand.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The Sea of Sand is exactly how it sounds like, it's full of sand or rather volcanic ash. As the sky began to open up with some drizzles along the way, we stopped to put on our rain jacket. I was walking really slowly here as I began to tire and signaled to both Piew and Yan Leng to go ahead without me with Richi way ahead already. I was still glad to have made it this far with them as I began my lonely journey towards the volcano.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3chn3C9H45k/WCqw1H1HB-I/AAAAAAAAGvM/bxVKXbAsCwozQ0sohh0MeLa6DKU-sphqwCLcB/s1600/15002351_10153979316729149_1753371654586780251_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3chn3C9H45k/WCqw1H1HB-I/AAAAAAAAGvM/bxVKXbAsCwozQ0sohh0MeLa6DKU-sphqwCLcB/s400/15002351_10153979316729149_1753371654586780251_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Getting nearer to the volcanoes with Mount Batok welcoming the runners first.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4cE1Vxj0QLI/WCqxHweaI1I/AAAAAAAAGvQ/gi-E9jRJEPYXXzrtRQ0BnTqefL2wLS6TwCLcB/s1600/15000868_10153979316039149_5811613429712281601_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4cE1Vxj0QLI/WCqxHweaI1I/AAAAAAAAGvQ/gi-E9jRJEPYXXzrtRQ0BnTqefL2wLS6TwCLcB/s400/15000868_10153979316039149_5811613429712281601_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>A mixture of volcanic ash and sulfur began to take over.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As I got nearer to Mount Bromo from the Sea of Sand, the terrain started to change from flat to canyon like too, with loose sand and ash shaping the dunes. It will take a lot of strength to find balance there but with tired and sore arms, legs and body, it will be a challenge. It started with walking through the canyons but soon it changed to ash dunes and hills which involves climbing up and down just to get to the opposite side. And the markers weren't actually showing the safest part to get through and hence some navigation is required.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CFFT1yD_Wqc/WCqyUQE5SOI/AAAAAAAAGvg/CuDDFFmAkbMdLbtvmqb7kyfUjT8LuG81ACLcB/s1600/15000626_10153979315514149_1592390318786739678_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CFFT1yD_Wqc/WCqyUQE5SOI/AAAAAAAAGvg/CuDDFFmAkbMdLbtvmqb7kyfUjT8LuG81ACLcB/s400/15000626_10153979315514149_1592390318786739678_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The terrain started to change as we near the volcanoes.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I arrived at one point overlooking a deep long drop into the below. I did not know where to head to and wanted to to just head towards the marker. But then, a familiar voice echoed the surrounding. It was Piew who was calling out from the opposite with Yan Leng by his side. He signaled to me to use the longer right side around the canyon to get to where they were. I thanked them before they headed towards Mount Bromo while I took a little time off to re-pack my gear before continuing on to where they suggested.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JAHYMOUk2lI/WCqx2NAgraI/AAAAAAAAGvc/d75Z4P1osDMGzvdarf3GBWeR_-0c-8sDQCLcB/s1600/15025516_10153979317239149_2495903657795422764_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JAHYMOUk2lI/WCqx2NAgraI/AAAAAAAAGvc/d75Z4P1osDMGzvdarf3GBWeR_-0c-8sDQCLcB/s400/15025516_10153979317239149_2495903657795422764_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The area where Piew called out to me. Try spotting him and Yan Leng in the picture.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The suggested route down the canyon was indeed more manageable. However, I got lost at the bottom trying to figure out the way out of it. And those who know that my navigation skills and judgement can be pretty bad, I again chose the wrong way, a judgement so bad that may have cost me my life. I opt to climb up a slope which was fully ash. It was steep and the ground was loose, reminding me Namib Desert. With every step up, I was sliding backwards as I struggled to push myself up. And suddenly, I lost grip and I began to fall. As I fell downwards and struggled to find back my grip hanging on to dear life using both my arms and legs not knowing if I will land on the ash or rock at the bottom of the canyon, many things return into my mind. The memories of my dear ones, friends, my pooch and my entire running career, came returning to me instantly like a blink of flash light in my head. I guess that was the feeling when we are on the verge of loosing the battle against the Angel of Death, in this case my second time. My previous encounter was when I was laying unconscious on the operating bed and did not know the feeling back then.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uh_qorPMjgA/WCqyi9YyX6I/AAAAAAAAGvo/cxjY_vPaumIWpLteOZGpUTA0Rptu3SYrwCLcB/s1600/14940066_10153979315989149_6521668039073815387_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uh_qorPMjgA/WCqyi9YyX6I/AAAAAAAAGvo/cxjY_vPaumIWpLteOZGpUTA0Rptu3SYrwCLcB/s400/14940066_10153979315989149_6521668039073815387_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Needed to climb dunes like these. One of it nearly swallowed me.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">With my stronger right arm and my entire right side of my body and whatever I could find left in me, and like Wolverine with his claws, in my case my fingers, I push myself against the ash and eventually slowed my sliding down before finally finding back grip. I managed to stop my fall and hung on just before hitting the end of the ridge. I was relieve as I let out a few breath. My right arm was bruised from the ordeal but what matters most was that I was lucky to be still alive. Sorry Angel of Death, I am just not ready yet.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NjdbjfNKbI0/WCqkh3HI-OI/AAAAAAAAGt4/iyH3JO_fbGUMPGBDRVyu5ng_f9MLXksdgCLcB/s1600/15000690_10153979317454149_8449919106146461493_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NjdbjfNKbI0/WCqkh3HI-OI/AAAAAAAAGt4/iyH3JO_fbGUMPGBDRVyu5ng_f9MLXksdgCLcB/s400/15000690_10153979317454149_8449919106146461493_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Damage on right arm from the fall earlier. But glad to be still able to take this shot.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I realigned and recomposed myself as I studied the canyon while looking at the others making their way through the original path from the top. There was another path at the bottom, a longer one which requires some climbing too and I opt to try that out next once I came into terms with what had happened earlier. This was the correct path as it was much easier ad soon, I was making my way towards the foot of Mount Bromo with a bruised arm, body, a little of my ego but was lucky to be still continuing with this race.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F624aOjZ7Ss/WCqy3CRX-tI/AAAAAAAAGvs/4ns47Og9IIwBFRIJ5xCkCIaviNLQAobrQCLcB/s1600/15000711_10153979317574149_6227604419905631019_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F624aOjZ7Ss/WCqy3CRX-tI/AAAAAAAAGvs/4ns47Og9IIwBFRIJ5xCkCIaviNLQAobrQCLcB/s400/15000711_10153979317574149_6227604419905631019_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Stairway to Bromo.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The sky opened up again as the clouds hover over the sun. It was getting cold as I arrived at the check point to receive my second wrist band. As I looked at the volcano ridge above, I spotted Piew starting to make his way around it. I needed to calm myself down after the earlier drama and was in no haste to chase him. Instead, I found a new friend, Rais if not mistaken, a local and we agreed to move together once I have put on my water proof Saucony EXO jacket.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CWUMsp4N_00/WCquaNnzxLI/AAAAAAAAGus/6ZajKgppvQkPB-eoh8Zwzt3Cvx34pcC8ACLcB/s1600/15002402_10153979317989149_5770122231530050944_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CWUMsp4N_00/WCquaNnzxLI/AAAAAAAAGus/6ZajKgppvQkPB-eoh8Zwzt3Cvx34pcC8ACLcB/s400/15002402_10153979317989149_5770122231530050944_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Up close and personal with the Bromo crater.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The wind was getting stronger and the sun had already showed signs of setting. At that point of time, the idea of throwing in the towel came into my mind as knowing how clumsy I can get especially in dangerous conditions ahead and with my inexperience in this kind of races, there might just be another drama ahead awaiting for me. But I needed and wanted to move around the volcano and hence decided to at least give it a go and make the decision once I arrive at the next check point at the foot of Mount Batok, some 10KM away. For now, we had to move fast, at least to get away from the volcano crater before sun sets. I got to the top greeted by the magnificent view of the crater and the surrounding. I could see my hotel from the distance too! The majestic Bromo crater was emitting its roar in the form of some microwave echo. It was actually pretty pleasant to the ears but the strong sulfur smell was irritating my nose. After some quick photography, I push on with Rais leading the way.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vd-GqwrQhtM/WCqxZ2s3F1I/AAAAAAAAGvU/m_GhxVIM_Pc9fIAaCDH8HdexkJtLo9URwCLcB/s1600/14917279_10153979318319149_3780329090094770673_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vd-GqwrQhtM/WCqxZ2s3F1I/AAAAAAAAGvU/m_GhxVIM_Pc9fIAaCDH8HdexkJtLo9URwCLcB/s400/14917279_10153979318319149_3780329090094770673_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Moving along the ridge with Rais ahead and the crater on the right.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">With both left and right leading to a deep ravine and with my fears of heights, I looked straight and kept moving. Rais was not exactly fast, but what amazed me was that he kept moving. One small little step at a time to cover big grounds ahead. I like his style as it kept our momentum going and also our core temperatures in control under the cold conditions above the mountain.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We eventually exited the ridge area and into some grassy and bushy area. The grass was as high as my face with some over my head. Not only it was cutting through my apparels, it was also irritating some of the wounds inflicted during my fall earlier, especially the one on my left knee. The sun had already set as we turned on our headlamps. 2 other runners caught up with us from behind as we arrived at a campsite where we received our third wrist band. We pushed ahead upwards through the hills in a group of 4. At times, we were ascending and at times we were descending. But what lies ahead, we could see as the markers were all reflective as we cursed as we saw how difficult was it to just get there.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Though my headlamp was shining strong at 300 Lumens, what I saw ahead of me was just a blanket of white ash flying pass. I needed to be careful and baby steps was how I navigate through the hills for one wrong judgement, it was all down into the unknown ravine below. I followed the steps of Rais as he was really good and we soon arrived a climb which we needed to do. Remembering the drama earlier, I led the climb using both arms and legs, and waited for the rest at the top till everyone got there safely.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And fast forwarding ahead as there weren't' any mishaps, we soon arrive at the entrance into Bromo's canyon. It was rather a very dangerous steep downwards into it and I decided to just use the same technique to slide through the ash by squatting down. It was the safest and most confident way that I could personally use and was glad that I survived this part with the rest though the guy behind me just couldn't keep the distance away and knocked into me halfway which sent me knocking into Rais too. Was lucky it didn't send 3 of us tumbling away.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The Bromo canyon was a long miserable and dark affair with ladders to descent. I was told by Rais that it was only another Kilometer or so before we arrive at the foot of Mount Batok where the check point is. But little did we know, it was the longest Kilometer we had to endure. Rais's trekking pole which came in handy during the earlier stages was a clumsy set of tools here. He was rather careless while tackling the ladders with the poles and I urged him to keep them. But with more and more ladders along the way, I just told him to throw them down below and pick it up later which he gladly obliged. At times, I helped him carry it before passing it back to him when he safely touched down below as we helped each other by shining the ladders using our headlamps so that we did not miss a step.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It couldn't have come any sooner, but we eventually and finally arrived ath the check point at the foot of Mount Batok after covering 74KM or so on foot. I have thought much about it earlier along the way that I will throw in the towel here. Yes, I did reminded myself that I should not DNF (Did Not Finish) in another race yet again after my last DNF at Craze Ultra 2013, but I guess I have to accept the fact that this race was of totally another level for me. And with the lack of experience and also earlier drama of hanging on to dear life, this was the wisest decision at this point of time. Besides, I have a very important race next week at Putrajaya Night Marathon, my qualifier for Comrades Marathon next year, which is in fact more important than this one.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And with above, after <b><span style="color: red;">21:37:28</span></b> hours along the beautiful Bromo Tengger Semeru Ultra, I threw in my towel for my third DNF of my running career, a decision I wish I had not have to but had to make. And no, I am totally not sore or regretful of this decision of mine. In fact, I was feeling relieve and grateful to have made it this far. I thanked Rais for his companionship the last 10KM or so and wish the best of luck on the remaining journey as I took my rest while sipping on hot Milo and Nescafe while awaiting for an Ojek (motorcycle) to bring me back. I checked with the volunteers if my friends had continued and apparently, Piew and Yan Leng had already DNF about half an hour earlier too. Richi on the other hand, carried our hopes and went on. Good for you! And while waiting, to much of my surprise, Thomas arrived at the checkpoint together with Alistair. He was supposed to be way ahead of me but due to misleading markers, he somehow circled back to Mount Bromo's crate for the second time.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And when I was just about to leave, the leader of the 170KM distance arrived. He created a small little scene here when he questioned and argued the need to have his name recorded at the check point instead of just his bib number. I stared at him while pointing my headlamp towards him, and he eventually gave it to the volunteer. Poor volunteer was just doing his job but instead got a sounding off. He wasn't the friendliest of the runners though I understand that temper may flare during long distance races such as this, it just takes a little step backwards to be humble and appreciative of the people around.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Then he came over to my place and asked for fruits and juices which sadly I had to agree, was not available. Then he asked me where was I headed to, and I replied that I have thrown in the towel and was heading back to the hotel. Shockingly, he replied in a very sarcastic manner in something like, "Yeah yeah. You DNF and get to head back to rest while the rest suffer. So what? Big deal". Hello, I don't think I know you that well and neither do you. And that to DNF isn't something I wish I had done for I understand my very own condition. Besides, it isn't a glamorous thing to do either so there isn't any much to boast about, and hence why the sarcastic reply! You may be a top notch runner, but character and personality wise, I think you $uck and that you bring disgrace to the running community! Oh and yes, I do not need to mention his name here since most of you know who he is cause eventually, he won the 170KM distance leading from the start till the finish. But yeah, you won, SO WHAT!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was glad that my Ojek rider was ready to leave when the above happened for I can't stand his presence at the check point. Before leaving, I pass 2 of my warmers to Thomas who continued to rest there wishing him the very best should he decide to continue on later. I wish he did but sadly I found out he didn't. The Ojek had some difficulties in starting up and I was thinking if I had to endure a long painful walk back? LOLz... But it eventually started and I was on the way. The Ojek ride back to the hotel through the ash dunes was really an eye opener. Up and down, bumpy but sturdy, the Ojek was a powerful loud machine.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was quoted 75,000 Rupiah for the ride earlier. but with no small change, I gave him 100,000 Rupiah instead and thanked him for the ride. To his delight, he sped off on his Ojek upon receiving the cash and probably ended up at one of the shops ahead having tea. But no big deal, as I was in fact pretty delighted to give him that amount too for people here are relatively poor but did an honest living (I hope).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As I near my room, I saw Piew, Yan Leng, Jeannie and Angie chilling out by the entrance and shouted to them I was back! I can't recall their facial expression upon seeing me but I was glad to be back as they offered me some cheers and also food and drinks. Thanks everyone. Took a little time to clean myself up before I called it a night for the next morning was to await for Richi's arrival!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xVs6Kf4PsS0/WCrg7neU1tI/AAAAAAAAGwA/A616j6OAML0BB5gWfxhWqFsqQDmtvw3nQCLcB/s1600/BTSU16%2BResult.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="162" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xVs6Kf4PsS0/WCrg7neU1tI/AAAAAAAAGwA/A616j6OAML0BB5gWfxhWqFsqQDmtvw3nQCLcB/s400/BTSU16%2BResult.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>AIYAK!</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Post race DNF - Sunday, 6 November 2016</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I had a reasonable good rest. Felt sore and heavy but it was manageable. I was hungry but it was rather important for us to try catch Richi at the finishing line and hence all of us made our way there. As we are slowly walking towards there, I turned back and saw a familiar runner with a neon yellow headband. It was Richi. After a near to 30.5 hours, he was making his triumph return to the finish as we slowly walked with him while taking some photos. He eventually finish the race crossing the finish gantry with a victorious smile and we all are so proud of him. He was the only finisher within our group and this was his first 100KM finish after 2 attempts previously. Indeed patience and hard work will pay off. Well done Richi! Proud of you!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XfOZqmtR2DE/WCqk52sHj4I/AAAAAAAAGt8/46CpAgcHQRgDznJzJlumwkokNZlrBWG7QCLcB/s1600/14990942_10153979369084149_8471147611097586105_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XfOZqmtR2DE/WCqk52sHj4I/AAAAAAAAGt8/46CpAgcHQRgDznJzJlumwkokNZlrBWG7QCLcB/s400/14990942_10153979369084149_8471147611097586105_o.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Richi on his victorious return!</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We made our way back to the hotel for a much long awaited breakfast while catching up with some other runners. We also made new friends like with Jefferson from the Philippines who got directed towards the wrong direction while running the 70KM distance. After filling up our tummy and also with lots of Philippines "race poison", we made our way back to our respective room for packing up before catching our ride back at 1PM later.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Our chartered van back to Surabaya reminds me of the bus ride we had back in Vietnam last year. Though the space was acceptable, there was no air condition as I suffered with motion sickness throughout the journey. However, we safely arrived at our hotel Java Paragon at Surabaya after about 4 hours ride and was glad that the hotel was super comfy! Dinner was fantastic courtesy of Jeannie's friend, Mr. Chua who brought all of us for a scrumptious seafood dinner before a tour around Surabaya city center and back to our hotel for a night's rest. Many thanks, Mr. Chua.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QREZLWhBAoQ/WCqzJ1f8kbI/AAAAAAAAGvw/QGj2xyjQay8FmCRJQ-_Qe-niWx5lsmM_gCLcB/s1600/15002357_10153979370509149_1098615588698634307_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QREZLWhBAoQ/WCqzJ1f8kbI/AAAAAAAAGvw/QGj2xyjQay8FmCRJQ-_Qe-niWx5lsmM_gCLcB/s400/15002357_10153979370509149_1098615588698634307_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Thank you Mr. Chua for a scrumptious dinner!</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Goodbye Indonesia - Monday, 7 November 2016</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sleep was really good when the hotel's bed was so plush. Myself and Piew woke up the last as the rest was already enjoying the breakfast at the executive lounge. We joined them just in time and was glad that breakfast was good especially the waffles. Guess we were too hungry. Next on our itinerary before leaving for the airport was a short walk at the huge shopping mall next to it, the Ciputra World Surabaya.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After cleaning ourselves up and packing up, we checked out from the hotel and went nearby to the airport for nasi padang. However, the shop has decided to cease operations and quickly, we needed a diversion plan where Mr. Chua's driver drove us to a nearby restaurant for some grilled fish and other stuff which was just as good. We then hurried to the airport and managed to check in our baggage before to our horror minutes later, an announcement was made where our flight was delayed for 5 hours till 8PM! "Thank you" Air Asia!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">With nothing much we can do, we made our way to Starbucks hanging there sipping coffee for as long as we could before finally heading towards immigration about less than a couple of hours before our scheduled flight. A quick bite at Burger King for the complimentary meal offered by Air Asia for the delay was just so not appetizing. But we departed on time later and touched down safely at Kuala Lumpur closed to midnight with all the heavy eyes among us. I took a cab back while others had their own plans in getting home.<br /><br />The Bromo Tengger Semeru Ultra is one heck of a race. It not only offers beautiful views of the surroundings of Bromo, but it also offers tough challenges with the terrain and elements. The race is not perfect, in fact it is far from it. The only improvement I hard of for this year is that that were other drinks other than plain water being served this time together with hot beverages and a little food. And the conditions were just slightly this time better due to the rain earlier which compacted the volcanic ash. However, the markers were poorly laid out with some really misleading. And there weren't volunteers at important junctions which send some of m friends like Thomas and Jefferson the wrong way. I understand that GPX files has been provided and that runners should do their very own homework, but I guess the organisers should have at least a back-up plan or something. Besides, volunteers weren't exactly the most helpful in this event, far far far difference from those at Cameron Ultra. But anyhow, since there are improvements this year, I hope that they will continue to improve further at the next edition after listening to feedback from runners. After all, accepting criticism is the way to improve.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">All in all, it was a tiring but yet memorable trip. Though my race did not turn out very successful as expected and that I was upset that I broke the rules by having a tablet of Paracetamol, I was glad I gave it a go and was part of this group. This race which was another kind of me was certainly an eye opener as I battled not only with the harsh conditions, elements and with the Angel of Death during my fall at the canyon as it reminded me how fragile life is. But after all, it took me 2 attempts at Craze Ultra before I finally nailed it. For BTS Ultra, you may just never know that I will be back in trying another go at it. After all, like is more interesting when we try out new things. Just be bold and realistic about it. Till then, yes I DNF this time round but no big deal about it. And most important, SO WHAT!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Up4Xg_IdkQE/WCquonHxZ_I/AAAAAAAAGuw/NSilh2ZprjM5QLrKg-9K6cjHp1l-7u-awCLcB/s1600/15039627_10153979368874149_6279424869163317749_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Up4Xg_IdkQE/WCquonHxZ_I/AAAAAAAAGuw/NSilh2ZprjM5QLrKg-9K6cjHp1l-7u-awCLcB/s400/15039627_10153979368874149_6279424869163317749_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Not the end yet.</i></div></div>Frank Chonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06429803103141435160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747952783408846314.post-14476843984411753022016-10-24T22:00:00.000+08:002016-10-28T09:43:48.237+08:00Cameron Ultra-Trail 2016...<div style="text-align: justify;">Event: Cameron Ultra-Trail 2016</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Venue: Padang Awam Tanah Rata, Cameron Highlands, Pahang<br />Date: 08 October 2016</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Time: 4.00AM</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Distance: 100KM (102.9KM by Suunto Ambit 3 Sapphire)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shoe: Saucony Peregrine 6</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>By Frank</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WQyXYroq3eI/WA4R0sItU_I/AAAAAAAAGsc/F1TYdMOeEp0M1QmW71IUQAvh3o5nH4R2QCLcB/s1600/poster-utmb.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WQyXYroq3eI/WA4R0sItU_I/AAAAAAAAGsc/F1TYdMOeEp0M1QmW71IUQAvh3o5nH4R2QCLcB/s400/poster-utmb.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Despite slowing down since my adventure at the <a href="https://runnerzcircle.blogspot.my/2016/07/west-highland-way-race-2016.html">West Highland Way Race 2016</a>, I have begun to opt for new challenges especially at newer or never done before events. The inaugural Cameron Ultra-Trail 2016 (CUltra16) is the first on my list and also my first race since my wisdom tooth extraction and other tooth related surgery a month ago. With almost no training except for a Trans Nuang trip, I knew I was going to suffer. But what I didn't knew was that the word suffer should be in caps, SUFFER! And after all, CUltra16's tagline was "Be Prepared, Be Very Prepared:. *gulps...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bu9aIaNDIFY/WA2D8qqm3UI/AAAAAAAAGr4/unLozHvNm-YPMIK_imdkKXgIBgmwLn1SACLcB/s1600/IMG-20160919-WA0000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="278" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bu9aIaNDIFY/WA2D8qqm3UI/AAAAAAAAGr4/unLozHvNm-YPMIK_imdkKXgIBgmwLn1SACLcB/s400/IMG-20160919-WA0000.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Route profile for the first half.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-loEyb338zh0/WA2EAyHLOaI/AAAAAAAAGr8/qbtq67vCgBk0GBru4DahFSdTEXZ-53IlgCLcB/s1600/IMG-20160919-WA0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="277" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-loEyb338zh0/WA2EAyHLOaI/AAAAAAAAGr8/qbtq67vCgBk0GBru4DahFSdTEXZ-53IlgCLcB/s400/IMG-20160919-WA0001.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Route profile for the return second half.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">With Yan Leng, Piew and Leong, we set off from Empire Damansara on a very early 5.30AM wet Thursday morning. Leong offered to drive as most was not confident to do so especially on the return trip after our run. Selin was greatly miss here as she despite registering for this race, had already returned to Switzerland a week earlier.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The rain stopped as we got onto the highway. As we all woke up earlier, all 3 of us nap in the car leaving poor Leong to the drive till we got to Tapah town for breakfast. Glad the traffic was smooth though. Breakfast was simple and delicious as I had soy sauce noodles with some, actually a lot of "<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yong_Tau_Foo">yong tau foo</a>". After a satisfying meal, we started our winding ascent to the highlands. Was glad I took the front seat as I am prompt to car motion sickness on winding road.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A short stop near halfway at the Lata Iskandar waterfall. I remembered this place during my first visit as a kid when I was just about 10 years old. I had some fruits here that time and threw up shortly after in the coach from car motion sickness. Fast forwarding to present more than 20 years from then, it's only my second trip here! We continued on with another road side stop ahead hoping to have some mountain durians but sadly it was only for wholesale.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fFZPuSSzIMQ/WA2CgJL_emI/AAAAAAAAGro/XmEKuDDL8Dc93OPfTdoJ_TfrK4FJ3T1HgCLcB/s1600/20161007_085343.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fFZPuSSzIMQ/WA2CgJL_emI/AAAAAAAAGro/XmEKuDDL8Dc93OPfTdoJ_TfrK4FJ3T1HgCLcB/s400/20161007_085343.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Stopping by Lata Iskandar, midway up to the highlands.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">First town was Ringlet as we stop to buy some food for use in our race drop bags. Nice little town I must say with lots of fresh fruits and vegetables for sale here. And just before hitting Tanah Rata, we stopped by for tea at Cameron Valley Tea House. Absolutely not worth it though was not only it was expensive, it was nothing impressive, except for the scenery.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We finally arrived at Tanah Rata only to be greeted by a 1KM traffic crawl due to the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nine_Emperor_Gods_Festival">Nine Emperor Gods Festival</a> procession. Not moving anywhere, Yan Leng and myself decided to walk ahead into town to check out the procession, bought some Starbucks VIA coffee for our drop bags before was joined by Piew where we walked towards our hotel at Century Pines Resort which was just ahead for registration. All this in 1 hour and Leong had not arrive yet. But he did shortly later.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FGc5nGUSx1s/WA1somGOUUI/AAAAAAAAGrI/VyKTdmZ-IpQQxvCzIdxIhzbWv18rFwyXQCLcB/s1600/14589904_10153899137279149_4888302034689466780_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FGc5nGUSx1s/WA1somGOUUI/AAAAAAAAGrI/VyKTdmZ-IpQQxvCzIdxIhzbWv18rFwyXQCLcB/s400/14589904_10153899137279149_4888302034689466780_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Our hotel at Century Pines Resort.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As we are not able to check into our rooms, we decided to collect our race pack after undergoing a mandatory gear check. The process was pretty strict which I have to applaud the organiser for runner's safety in the trails and mountain are utmost important. However, the process wasn't very standard as different counters have different checking procedures, for example, some will get away by not testing out their headlamp operation. I had to power on my headlamp in front of the volunteer which was a hassle as I left the battery in the car earlier, but to think of it, it was the right thing to do. Well done to both the volunteer attending to me!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GMcxuM_Ai1M/WA2DKni0E1I/AAAAAAAAGrw/DcuJJkfkw8IZy-At_C03U3eI9og2NOqJACLcB/s1600/20161007_130121.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GMcxuM_Ai1M/WA2DKni0E1I/AAAAAAAAGrw/DcuJJkfkw8IZy-At_C03U3eI9og2NOqJACLcB/s400/20161007_130121.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Scones, pies, French toast, lassi and tea at Lord Scone's Cafe.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Lord Scone's Cafe was next for another round of tea and meeting up with a new friend Wooi Keat. Back at the hotel at 2PM, only Yan Leng's room was ready and we all headed there to prepare our drop bag. The guys room was ready about half an hour later and timing was just right as we headed out to the open field next to the hotel which was the race start and finish point to deposit our drop bag. The sky had already open up with droplets of rain slowly greeting the runners as we headed back to the hotel for pre-race briefing at 5PM.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TijQv-gRzTE/WA1rs2Y4p9I/AAAAAAAAGq8/dvrZ5qGPyGMyPdE4ILxTKPnvSgQ1zHSqQCLcB/s1600/14590112_10153890834964149_6547055925847169304_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TijQv-gRzTE/WA1rs2Y4p9I/AAAAAAAAGq8/dvrZ5qGPyGMyPdE4ILxTKPnvSgQ1zHSqQCLcB/s400/14590112_10153890834964149_6547055925847169304_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>My gear all ready!</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Runners was welcomed by Adele and the pre-race briefing delivered by Arman and Jimmy which was spot on. However, some silly questions was asked by runners like running under another's name (smack head!) and returning to the race village upon completing the race (start and finish is the same place!). OMG! These people just don't bother to read the guidebook and instructions that were sent out!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZA_aRykk1DU/WA2CzwO-9kI/AAAAAAAAGrs/vzaG1Sd6yb86iKLhxiM2gZtOlxut4GRXACLcB/s1600/20161007_170610.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZA_aRykk1DU/WA2CzwO-9kI/AAAAAAAAGrs/vzaG1Sd6yb86iKLhxiM2gZtOlxut4GRXACLcB/s400/20161007_170610.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Pre-race&nbsp;briefing&nbsp;in progress.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Was feeling a little tired but we all needed dinner. A nearby cafe call Hill Station is where we ended up at and a simple vegetarian pattaya rice was it for me before heading back for shower and it was lights off just before 9AM.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S71dxE2x-Zs/WA2Dgmrvk6I/AAAAAAAAGr0/B7RUwwAotYEolb8fpdv2euUue_5iwf2qwCLcB/s1600/20161007_173951.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S71dxE2x-Zs/WA2Dgmrvk6I/AAAAAAAAGr0/B7RUwwAotYEolb8fpdv2euUue_5iwf2qwCLcB/s400/20161007_173951.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Runners flooded Century Pines Resort's lobby.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><u>Race day</u></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was awake at 1.45AM but waited till 2AM before getting off bed for my usual pre-race rituals. It didn't go very smooth though and was hoping breakfast later will help. We agreed to have breakfast at 2.45AM and everyone was punctual. A simple breakfast at the hotel's cafe of plain porridge, french toast and black coffee was enough to trigger the tummy. From there, everything went as plan and by 3.45AM, we were all out at the starting point lingering with other runners awaiting the start. Was only in a short sleeve compression top and a short tights as weather was cool after yesterday's rain but there was a forecast of rain in the next 5 hours time. And so far, the forecast has been correct. Gulps... 2 more top layers was stuffed in my backpack including the waterproof Saucony Exo jacket just in case.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7JO3iUMsL4/WA1rP_joZzI/AAAAAAAAGq4/HCSMTAsEZy0cakHMV_3kO91XB612zfsqQCEw/s1600/14589743_10153899138604149_8165056221053971352_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7JO3iUMsL4/WA1rP_joZzI/AAAAAAAAGq4/HCSMTAsEZy0cakHMV_3kO91XB612zfsqQCEw/s400/14589743_10153899138604149_8165056221053971352_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>One for the album before the start.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">At a countdown of 10 and at 4AM sharp, 222 runners from the 100KM category started the journey to traverse across the highest peak at Cameron Highland into the tea plantations and back. Although myself, Yan Leng, Piew and Wooi Keat started from the front pack, we were soon passed by other runners despite that we actually had to climb out from the hotel and town to get to the trails which was about a mile ahead. Not exactly a steep climb, but there is still a long way and day to go. We stood at our pace and soon arrived at the trail's entrance where it is mostly single file.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CX-DLwM-1eo/WA4Od2vO6QI/AAAAAAAAGsM/ZmVGZH6TGp8uZoODXs0-JQoLV1c4zeccwCLcB/s1600/14589857_10208593399005807_2812093770016564107_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CX-DLwM-1eo/WA4Od2vO6QI/AAAAAAAAGsM/ZmVGZH6TGp8uZoODXs0-JQoLV1c4zeccwCLcB/s400/14589857_10208593399005807_2812093770016564107_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And we are off!</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The game started immediately from here not only that we began to climb, but was also greeted by wet trails filled with roots, rocks, mud, moss and loose ground making it extremely technical. We really had to tackle it carefully as I turned by headlamp in full power mode at 350 lumens. The jungle trails here are at least a hundred years old I guess, making it extremely thick and dense. And after a while, I was already sweating a lot and feeling sticky as the humidity sets in.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">With the first peak at Mount Jasar awaiting at about 1,684M above sea level at just 3.2KM, my heart rate which was monitored by my trustworthy Suunto Ambit 3 was hovering just above 150 beats per minute and it wasn't an easy task in trying to bring it down. And the best part was, I was not going fast, but instead was climbing and climbing and hiking all the way upwards following other runners at the front. There wasn't any space to pass but safety first as we needed to be patient till we arrive at somewhere more open.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Most of the scenes around us was mostly the same in darkness with only our headlamps shining on it. And if you need some imagination, it's somehow like Gunung Nuang minus the wall scaling part (not just yet). More like the Kem Pacat there. We soon arrived at some telco tower which was an open space. Some stopped over for photography giving chance to some others like myself to pass them and continue into the trails in trying to reach the peak.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I arrived at Mount Jasar's peak without noticing it even till today as there was no indication of it. I just continue on, passing a couple of tree trunks blocking the trails which we have to climb over and yours truly got stuck on one huge one! Then as we are just about to exit the trails, your truly slip and fell bum first on the mud at the cabbage farm leaving a brown patch on my bum that looks like ... During the process, I also suffered a cut on my right palm with some others including a cross on my upper right wrist which came from no where. Clumsy runner on the loose!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Arriving on the road, it was time to speed things up a little as the 4 of us who started together from the start are still together, ran down into the first check point at Villa Dahlia. While they refilled their hydration, I took some time to relax my legs a little before resuming together with Wai Hong joining into the group as we headed towards the second mountain, and the highest one in Cameron Highlands. Mount Berembun awaits at 1,825M.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-36dIjKqz_8s/WA1q3Q9ElPI/AAAAAAAAGq0/fPVQsZyp2V0JOpCu4WdxxTpIT5eLmZHFQCLcB/s1600/14633184_10208593747854528_4825659094296480346_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-36dIjKqz_8s/WA1q3Q9ElPI/AAAAAAAAGq0/fPVQsZyp2V0JOpCu4WdxxTpIT5eLmZHFQCLcB/s400/14633184_10208593747854528_4825659094296480346_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I really have no idea on what I was doing after exiting Mount Jasar. Macarena maybe?</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Before Mount Berembun, there was a nameless mountain that stood between it and Mount Jasar at about 1,610M. And after running around the road for about a mile or so passing some housing area and resorts around Brinchang town, we arrived at the trail entrance again where a Buddhist Temple call Sam Poh Temple stood where I prayed for all our safety before continuing. From here, we discovered that the trails earlier at Mount Jasar was just the appetiser as it got really technical in trying to get to and up Mount Berembun which now includes using our arms to climb. Time to get really dirty and for more cuts and bruises.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Climb and climb we did as we eventually got to the top without noticing before exiting the trails into some town. Walked across some slippery pavements before we arrived at the second check point at Sungai Pauh Campsite, 13KM into the race. Took in some fluids and a Snicker bar before we continue on our assault to the peak. Wai Hong had already sped off earlier but it was good to meet up with some other familiar faces from the 50KM category like Zhen Qi.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It's just about 2 miles or so to the peak but trust me, it's one of the toughest climb I have ever experienced. But on the positive side, dawn began to break as the surroundings brighten up. Was joined by Rino halfway up as he guided the way and I was surprised to see some faster runners passing us. Apparently they got lost and looped around the mountain twice. I sense their frustration especially in a tough race like this.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AM9w6kR-8a8/WA1qqb4bVzI/AAAAAAAAGqs/6b1gWYOPySQVOyeMKVIYmEt_J8cQJRS-ACLcB/s1600/14615781_10153899138774149_7211532191713037819_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AM9w6kR-8a8/WA1qqb4bVzI/AAAAAAAAGqs/6b1gWYOPySQVOyeMKVIYmEt_J8cQJRS-ACLcB/s400/14615781_10153899138774149_7211532191713037819_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>At the peak of Mount Berembun.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I can't say much about the climb to the summit except for the word TOUGH in caps. But eventually, myself with Yan Leng, Piew and Wooi Keat got to the top together without any unwanted mishaps. A quick photo together and we started our descent to the check point located 2KM ahead. The descent run-able at certain stretch but requires some climbing at a few was just as tough. And as I near the exit, I knocked my left knee on a large hidden tree broken tree trunk. I was stunned for a moment as blood started oozing out as I continue to limp forward trying to shake off the pain. Eventually, I got to the third check point at Robinson Falls with Yan Leng and Piew slightly ahead. Wooi Keat began to slow down but not far behind though. Took in more fluids this time as the climb earlier took a lot out of me. But the great news was, the forecasted rain did not come and we are hoping that it will stay this way. I kept my headlamp which relieved my head as I was feeling a bit dizzy earlier probably due to the tightness from it.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PhX6ncyaHE8/WA1symfaj5I/AAAAAAAAGrM/GdE65lBA3cwFjrIi7R2UQUZdTIVfmW8AQCLcB/s1600/14560122_10153899138914149_717984667805597485_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PhX6ncyaHE8/WA1symfaj5I/AAAAAAAAGrM/GdE65lBA3cwFjrIi7R2UQUZdTIVfmW8AQCLcB/s400/14560122_10153899138914149_717984667805597485_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Quick shot with Wooi Keat at Robinsons Falls only to noticed we got photobombed. Hahaha...</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_0aoode-n0o/WA4XaL-VEqI/AAAAAAAAGss/LUB02yurKgEC1KgOQqqWzf85nABypmc3ACLcB/s1600/14615565_10153899139209149_7881377383567960065_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_0aoode-n0o/WA4XaL-VEqI/AAAAAAAAGss/LUB02yurKgEC1KgOQqqWzf85nABypmc3ACLcB/s400/14615565_10153899139209149_7881377383567960065_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>On the way out from Robinsons Falls with Wooi Keat following me from behind.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Once ready and with the pain subsided, I was let loose like a free bird as the path here was runable. I was eager to run and I did just that with a quick stop upon the view of Robinsons Falls and had a quick photo taken with Wooi Keat before continuing on. Eventually, I slowed down ahead as there were some fallen tree and slippery rocks that runners had to get through. And during that process, a familiar face close in from behind. It was Siaw Hua as we made our exit from the trails into the farms together. And from here, it was a climb on the road as I caught up with Yan Leng and Piew, and eventually got the the fourth check point at Boh Guard House.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xFCxq-293ig/WA1pYRSg3ZI/AAAAAAAAGqQ/T48UUEo_iMMQHJccLuI7s7jdM7UOkLfuwCLcB/s1600/14542451_10153899147044149_6115974619922814252_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xFCxq-293ig/WA1pYRSg3ZI/AAAAAAAAGqQ/T48UUEo_iMMQHJccLuI7s7jdM7UOkLfuwCLcB/s400/14542451_10153899147044149_6115974619922814252_o.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The sun began to rise.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OWb5WG8XSYo/WA1ph20NzAI/AAAAAAAAGqU/Y1VBPxW32hkw3NkD2siDOeLluT4hAX4KQCLcB/s1600/14608948_10153899147664149_456173442402354051_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OWb5WG8XSYo/WA1ph20NzAI/AAAAAAAAGqU/Y1VBPxW32hkw3NkD2siDOeLluT4hAX4KQCLcB/s400/14608948_10153899147664149_456173442402354051_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Caught up with Siaw Hua.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Took a longer rest here as everyone needed to refuel. Though I did have a drop bag here, I did not pick it up and decided to use it for the return leg. Instead, I ate some cookies, some isotonic drink and water before lingering around with friends. When the 3 of us was ready, Wooi Keat arrived and we quickly took a photo together before parting ways.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2beLD_dqeKw/WA1pMdfKn6I/AAAAAAAAGqM/A7Aq_xqTZhYCtV7Ho3Xcz4J5VWm10eVvACLcB/s1600/14542391_10153899148319149_2277800818851618761_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2beLD_dqeKw/WA1pMdfKn6I/AAAAAAAAGqM/A7Aq_xqTZhYCtV7Ho3Xcz4J5VWm10eVvACLcB/s400/14542391_10153899148319149_2277800818851618761_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Just about to leave CP4 for the tea plantation.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Into the Boh Tea plantation, the route here was very run-able with dirt paths covered with small rocks and short grass over it. Only problem is that it was a roller coaster ride with mild to tough ascents and descents. All 3 of us stood with each other, walking and running together when we can and couldn't. And was glad, that it didn't take us very long to exit this short trail section here before arriving back on the road where Benjamin greeted me from his vehicle!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Reentered the plantation and the view was in spectacular green. Enjoying so much that we eventually arrived at the fifth check point at Boh Cafe as tasty sweet oranges awaited us. Not sure how of them the 3 of us took though. Piew made a quick toilet break as we waited before continuing together deeper into the plantation. And by defining deeper means more up and downhills! It was much more of down here as our pace got really fast, at time below 5 minutes. I did have fun here though as besides running this pace, I got to see the farmers pluck the tea leaves and also enjoy the highlands beautiful scenery. The return trip later might be a different story later though.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zp52Y7LBU7k/WA1p--FClZI/AAAAAAAAGqg/pGq-uxSpj3gzpaI2QHk11LdHCscjy6N8gCLcB/s1600/14556716_10153899150379149_3913135993172775563_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zp52Y7LBU7k/WA1p--FClZI/AAAAAAAAGqg/pGq-uxSpj3gzpaI2QHk11LdHCscjy6N8gCLcB/s400/14556716_10153899150379149_3913135993172775563_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Damn tasty sweet oranges!</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We arrived at the sixth check point at Fairlie Quarters together but I asked Yan Leng and Piew to continue ahead first as I needed to have some instant noodles here and it requires some time to cook. I believe it was a good time to eat as I still had my appetite and beside, it has been 7:27:08 hours I had been on the trails. And it's only 37KM here! Don't know to cry or not? Hahaha...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UhFzb90Nqys/WA4XqhfdHjI/AAAAAAAAGsw/BkhfsbFomCMlzC-HPfX1g1pPQ6MIiLEigCLcB/s1600/14589594_10153899152209149_7605976414139991976_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UhFzb90Nqys/WA4XqhfdHjI/AAAAAAAAGsw/BkhfsbFomCMlzC-HPfX1g1pPQ6MIiLEigCLcB/s400/14589594_10153899152209149_7605976414139991976_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Rino who had guided lots of runners out from Mount Berembun earlier.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I couldn't wait for my noodles to be fully cooked and hence started eating once it was half done and the texture was like yee mee! Only took half of it as a whole cup may be too heavy. I resume my journey by walking before slowly jogging into pace and then finally running. I was descending into the plantation and I know that both Yan Leng and Piew will be way ahead here since it was their favourite downhill. I only finally managed to catch up with them upon arriving at a cross junction which involves some uphill. and I caught up with them just in the nick of time as both of them was heading the wrong direction. No damage was done here though as I quickly diverted them back. Phew...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-60AcptoIbuA/WA1tP8lgyKI/AAAAAAAAGrU/mjfpFNHCFpsl7HSOPQOnJPyFycb8vX8kACLcB/s1600/14566465_10153899149644149_2953061830243632323_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-60AcptoIbuA/WA1tP8lgyKI/AAAAAAAAGrU/mjfpFNHCFpsl7HSOPQOnJPyFycb8vX8kACLcB/s400/14566465_10153899149644149_2953061830243632323_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Running downhill with Piew and Yan Leng at the tea plantation can only mean SPEED!</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Went through some winding trails and roads within the plantation before arriving at a junction where the seventh check point was. Just a quick one here as the next was not far away. And just before leaving, a friendly volunteered joked if we needed to sleep as I replied that I was looking forward to a mattress here upon returning later before thanking them and zooming off.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Didn't really enjoy the start of the section here as the path was covered in grass. Though run-able, I was worry that there might be hidden holes or uneven terrain that I may trip or fall over. I made it through this section safely before another winding rocky section where I caught up with Azlan and Azrul before arriving at the eight check point at an open filed for another quick stop for the next check point will be the largest with plenty of food and drinks there. The halfway point awaits!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_m_EsRK7uWw/WA1sa4MQV8I/AAAAAAAAGrE/M3ZN5FXF96A3iVrxj8JokKgVgP8c5TWOQCLcB/s1600/14589718_10153899153634149_3121395277922040983_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_m_EsRK7uWw/WA1sa4MQV8I/AAAAAAAAGrE/M3ZN5FXF96A3iVrxj8JokKgVgP8c5TWOQCLcB/s400/14589718_10153899153634149_3121395277922040983_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>With Azlan and Azrul just before check point 8.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A steep long downhill on the tarmac greeted us. Yan Leng "flew" down while I tackled it slowly with Piew. I didn't want to risk any hard pounding on my quads at this stage as the return leg later especially the 2 peaks will be tough. Better for some reserve here. At the bottom, we re-entered shortly into the tea plantation before into the woods again and eventually into a village located within a valley call Kampung Panggen where we were greeted by very friendly volunteers of the ninth check point. 9:36:43 hours for 51KM. Not too shabby I guess considering how tough and congested the earlier section was.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Had to cross a little stream before making our way to the hut above where our drop bags are located with food and drinks served. I wanted to take a dump at the toilet here but was turned off upon seeing the condition of it and with one male runner in it showering himself. Luckily I am able to hold on at this time as it was not a major call.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Anyway at the hut above, scene of volunteers serving the runners with some others cooking rice and frying eggs which includes a makcik cooking curry chicken was just an eye opener. With runners from all sort of races and nationality, this brought out the spirit of long distance running and also Malaysia, and I am proud to be part of this Anyway, while others had rice and curry chicken, I decided to be safe and ate from what I had in my drop bag of some waffles, dry fruits and a can of black coffee. Was served some fresh apples though from a very friendly volunteer who not only brought us fruits, but bread, rice, fried eggs, drinks and even fulfilled to our request. I didn't get her name but she was a young Malay lass. Superb beyond 5 star service from here and the 3 of us are very grateful and thankful for your assistance.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shine and Wai Hong who got lost at Mount Berembun was here too. Shine took off first while Wai Hong continued with me after we filled ourselves up. I had my Suunto removed from my wrist and inserted into my back pack as I needed to charge it and hence will not have any reference to my heart rate and other info, at least for a few hours. I gave away all of my remaining waffles to the kids here and I can see how happy they were receiving it. A tiny waffle certainly goes a long way. A big thank you to all the volunteers here before we continued our journey out upon witnessing a disgusted drama where a runner was asking lots of question on the reason of having to perform a timing check-out. It was part of the rules and it was also for the organisers to know if one did start their return leg. Poor volunteer had to go through the rumblings on an old man there. Sigh...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As for myself, the volunteers had forgotten to manually check me in earlier but I was sure they did it on my timing device. But no drama from me ya as I continued on my return leg. The game changed here as Yan Leng and Piew went ahead as I decided to stick with Wai Hong. Tummy was a little heavy after the meal, but it was a great time to walk it off as we needed to climb out of the valley here.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">There was still lots of runners behind making their way to the u-turn with some familiar faces including Ben, Renee and Cikgu Syed. Cheered for almost everyone as we eventually arrived back at the eight check point by just walking. Yan Leng and Piew was already no where to be seen. My legs was starting to stiffen up as Wai Hong was experiencing discomfort on his plantar. Continue we must before further damage is done from sitting too long. We managed to run walk for a few sections as more familiar faces came from the opposite direction. Some included Gan, Yik Yee, Siti and Hazel as I caught a quick glimpse of Siaw Hua, Yan Leng and Piew from a distance.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0XtATBIUAxg/WA1sKfNbHsI/AAAAAAAAGrA/aFML6wn5CgE5_EXd2EK1r1kypt1iE2O5QCLcB/s1600/14606470_10154605541334530_5026465851229400617_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0XtATBIUAxg/WA1sKfNbHsI/AAAAAAAAGrA/aFML6wn5CgE5_EXd2EK1r1kypt1iE2O5QCLcB/s400/14606470_10154605541334530_5026465851229400617_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Nice shot with Cikgu Syed.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">With temperature rising, it made things just a tad tougher. But with Wai Hong's company, the journey from each check point to the next was made easier as we chatted and also gossiped our way. We didn't manage to catch up with the trio ahead though as we arrived back at the seventh check point where I jokingly asked for my mattress I asked for earlier! Hehehe... I don't remember refueling here as I quickly removed debris from within my shoes before continuing.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Knowing from the earlier journey, I know it was going to be a long tough one back to check point 6 at Fairlie Quarters. It will involved lots of long up hills but before that, we made a short winding downhill first. But on the positive side, besides the soreness setting into our legs, both of us was still feeling rather positive, at least mentally. We managed to run when we can especially on the downhill and flat sections, and walk when we can't. I stop when Wai Hong did, and he did the same when I did. Superb team work I must say as check point six finally came into view.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I had instant noodles here during my visit earlier and this time it was Wai Hong's turn. I gladly waited for him and took the opportunity to clear my shoes of debris and also to give both my poor foot a good old fashion self massage while chatting away with the friendly volunteers here. A few other runners were around and one of them was Ewegene. Once ready, we made our way to the check point that I was looking ahead of, the fifth where sweet oranges awaits. However, I also know that it will be a long and uphill battle before we get ourselves there.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It' almost 5PM now which means we are almost 13 hours into the race. The temperature felt better now as we slowly made our winding uphill walk through the tea plantations. No one was ahead of us except for some of the foreign workers packing their tea harvest. Behind us at a distance was Ewegene and a couple of other runners. Myself and Wai Hong continued chatting when we can hoping that we will arrive at Boh Cafe without having think so much and that time will swiftly pass by. And just before exiting the plantation, Wooi Keat came running from behind with new found strength, probably from the Arcoxia he taken earlier.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Rain clouds were seen hovering above us as we arrived at the fifth check point. I needed to visit the loo to make my deposit here and told Wai Hong to go ahead but he decided to wait on. I felt better after the loo visit, and started downing the sweet oranges here till Ben arrive and left ahead of us. I was still munching on the oranges as I prepared my headlamp for action once again as the sun began to set. The rain did not come though. Once ready and after countless oranges, a big thank you to the volunteers here and we both continued on into the evening.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As the sun began to set, the plantation turned a little orangy adding a different dimension to the already beautiful scenery. But not too long after we left the earlier check point, we arrived at a cross road with a kind of misleading marker. Ewegene who was behind us shouted to us to make a right turn and we obliged. A very friendly dog had begun to follow us as Wai Hong gave him a piece of jerky which he enjoyed so much. The dog slowed us down a little allowing a few other runners to pass us but the slowing down was actually a blessing in disguise and I believe the dog came for a reason. It was about almost a Kilometer into the direction here when a Malay runner behind us noticed that we were off course. A quick check on Wai Hong's Suunto Ambit 3 and my phone's GPX viewer showed that we were indeed heading the wrong direction. We shouted to the runners ahead but they decided to continue with their own. The 3 of us, turned back and headed the opposite direction at the cross road where we were earlier and soon, a directional marker appeared indicating we were on the right track. Ewegene and the other runners earlier also caught back up.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Back on the winding road with an uphill climb before re-entering the trails in darkness before the final part of the tea plantation which was a long straight down to the bottom where the Boh Guard House stood. The fourth check point, we are back after almost 16 hours after the start and in darkness except for the lights from our headlamp and those from the canopies.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Nasi impit (rice cake) and hot soto soup was being served here but I opt for my own snacks instead as I collected my drop bag. Made myself a bottle of Starbucks VIA ice coffee and gulp it down with some dry fruits while removing heavy items from my backpack and deposit it into the drop bag as I wanted to go light for the final half marathon distance or so which will be tough. And finally, I had my Suunto Ambit 3 back on my wrist after being fully charged since the halfway point.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MXrEtyj_Pys/WA4Q-5hiO_I/AAAAAAAAGsU/b0UKpJP03yop2wTWmNl0bvOt3FIG-2FdACLcB/s1600/14711512_10208345146081172_7731543553810035777_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MXrEtyj_Pys/WA4Q-5hiO_I/AAAAAAAAGsU/b0UKpJP03yop2wTWmNl0bvOt3FIG-2FdACLcB/s400/14711512_10208345146081172_7731543553810035777_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Refueling in the darkness at the fourth check point.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Some familiar faces like William Kow, Jerry and their friends were here to lend their support. We chatted and joked for quite a while before we continued on. And just when we are about to exit the guard house by the corner, a lady runner appeared from the opposite direction. Apparently we guess that she must had turned the wrong way at the earlier junction where we got lost too. But was glad it was a big loop and that she still made it here.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Just after restarting our journey on the road besides the farms, I decided that I should put on another layer before hitting the trails later on.It's not really cold yet but I guess it's better to do so now. And out came my Uniqlo Heattech short sleeve top, which was not an overkill for the current temperature. We made our journey to the bottom, into the darkness except for some green house lighting the hills above. We eventually got to the cabbage farm where we exited earlier and walk up the slope arriving at the entrance to the trail. It was time to get dirty again.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIyp2N3YKOg/WA4RPfoiDMI/AAAAAAAAGsY/0P2TQnE4uJAFUquA8QhtOFsSYuehx4xAACLcB/s1600/14714896_10208664895593177_5623313006833202273_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIyp2N3YKOg/WA4RPfoiDMI/AAAAAAAAGsY/0P2TQnE4uJAFUquA8QhtOFsSYuehx4xAACLcB/s400/14714896_10208664895593177_5623313006833202273_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Just before entering the trails heading towards Robinsons Falls. Love the lighting at the background.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As I re-entered the trail heading towards the third check point at Robinsons Falls, my condition started to deteriorate. Felt rather uneasy on my chest with pressure slowly building up in there as I recalled that I may have drank the earlier coffee at check point 4 too fast. But continue on I must as i tackled some fallen trees here by going under and sometimes over it. And during one of my climb over a huge tree trunk, I slip and fell chest first resulting some cramping sensation on my left shin. I was left stun, while Wai Hong waited for me to recover. There was nothing he can do as it was a pretty tricky area. But I was glad that he was there at that time and I thanked him for that as I slowly stood up and continued on after washing my mud covered arms at a stream nearby.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The sound of Robinsons Falls soon greeted us and soon we saw some lights just around the corner above. We are back at check point 3 and my condition deteriorated further. I filled up my soft flask as the next section will be tough up to the peak of Mount Berembun. After doing so, I sat down at the side trying to throw up but to no avail. The worried volunteer asked if I was all right and I replied that I was except for bloating. A slightly longer than expected rest before I knew that I had to move.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As I made my way to the peak through he very technical section consisting of up and downs, branches roots and loose earth, I really do not know how many times I stopped together with Wai Hong in trying to catch our breath. I still trying to throw up but nothing was coming out except for air and saliva. And this continued on till we eventually arrived at the highest point. There was a camp here and I really wanted to rest and take short nap in it. Azlan, Azrul and Cikgu Syed caught up here and they left before we did as I needed a longer time. Soon, a personnel from the local Bomba (fire and safety) department came from the direction we are heading to. I asked if I could rest in the camp but he adviced me to continue on for another 1.3KM or so as there was a hut ahead down below which was more suitable. Although I know that 1.3KM will take about 20 minutes or so to reach at this treacherous part of the trail, I just had to continue on.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Arriving at the hut passed a camp where the Bomba personnel was stationed at, I quickly exchanged for a fresh new set of batteries for my headlamp before removing my backpack and just laid down hoping for a 10 minutes powernap. And all out of sudden, memories of West Highland Way Race returned where I had the same experience. Wai Hong once again waited as my intended 10 minutes nap became 20 minutes. Feeling a little better but with a much sore leg now, we resumed with our journey.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Some runners passed us while I was asleep as we are able to see the lights emitting from their headlamp.The continuation part involves some more technical up and downs and though the distance to the trail exit at isn't exactly far away, it took us rather long to get there before finally arriving the second final check point at Sungai Pauh campsite, 21:26:39 hours after the start.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was feeling much better as a familiar face appeared at the check point. It was the race director Arman and it was certainly great to see him. A responsible race director checking on the runner's welfare by moving around, we chatted about some aspects of the race and eventually joked on it too. I also found out that the volunteers were able to boil some hot water here too and was asked if I needed any hot beverage. A hot tea will be perfect and that is what they got! I had 3 cups of them slowly sipping on it as it warm my body. Another long stop before we eventually continued on to assault on the unknown mountain that stood between Mount Berembun and Mount Jasar. The only bonus here was, the return trip here was a little shorter at 5.4KM compared to the earlier 7.2KM as per on paper.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It's been a while since myself and Wai Hong ran. But I don't think we both had the intention too as we climb the roads ahead to re-enter the trails. Got a little lost as we went in a small circle in search of the markers going through some branches and climbing over trees. We eventually found the correct path as the marker was pretty hidden and facing the opposite side. No damage done here except for turning around.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The mission now is to hike up this nameless mountain and get ourselves to Sam Poh Temple safely. More technical ups and downs were in our way, but despite our weakened state, both of us were determined to get there, cursing along the way especially when we needed to climb. Eventually a signage indicating 0.89KM to get to the temple. I was really happy to see that. However, that distance isn't exactly near as it took us almost a good 15 minutes or so to get there which involves some slippery descent. But all in all, we arrived there safely together with another fellow runner and rested for a moment there trying to figure out the direction.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We continued down the flight of stairs while the other runner rested longer. And at the bottom, a trio of volunteers resting in their sleeping bag was on standby to welcome us and also to take our timing. Although I pity them, I salute them for holding dear to their responsibility being out on duty in this cool night. Thank you!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A Kilometer on the road with Mount Jasar looking down from the above right, we were cheered by the Makcik in the passenger's seat of a van who was earlier at the u-turn point preparing the curry chicken. They had finish their task at hand and am on their way back to the race village. We finally arrive at the final check point at Villa Dahlia. Arman somehow "teleported" here and was sitting silently watching the both of us. Hahaha... Hot tea once again was served before I noticed Wai Hong being covered up in blanket shivering a little while sipping on his cup of tea. The temperature was dipping further and that we are stopping for too long. We needed to move and we continued after listening to a story from Arman as he shared with us that the view of apartments from the opposite direction was actually used to be Mount Jasar's twin mountain. Development had caused what Cameron Highlands became today and it was a sad story to hear.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Arman, we shall see you at the finish, and off both of us push on for the final 5.4KM with Mount Jasar standing in our way. It won't be easy but knowing that we are closing on the distance to the finish, it gave us the push. Push we did, but again, we dd not run and slowly made our way to re-enter the trail near the power generator. And as expected, the trail condition wasn't great as the cabbage farm where I fell earlier greeted us. Loose and slippery ground was expected and with our weakened condition and our tired self, we had to be careful with our every step. Wai Hong's Suunto Ambit 3 battery has gone flat but what is more interesting was that his headlamp was running low on battery and had to run on the lowest settings. Mine was still at full power lighting the way and hence I turned back at times to help him tackle some technical parts. Was feeling rather hungry here as I was worry that gastric might act up. With only some dry fruits with me and chocolates from Wai Hong, I decided just to take small sips of water along the way and hope that my gut will hold on. And it did just that.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We huff and puff, and eventually got to the top without realising as there was no indication. Next was to get to a pylon overlooking Tanah Rata which will mean that the trail exit will be near. Took us a while to get there, before some turns around the trails and eventually and finally, we were out in a garden of sort. We made a wrong turn and went around the park before eventually joining back at the correct path and soon, we were out on the main road.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A mile or so to the finish, but both of us were already feeling relieved and happy to have gotten so far. And no, we did not restart our run but instead walked towards the final 300M or so before we finally ran, and ran we did to where we started some 26 hours ago at Padang Awam Tanah Rata, Cameron Highlands. There, some volunteers signaled to the others of 2 incoming runners as myself and Wai Hong, after <b><span style="color: red;">26:00:31</span></b> hours in position 56 and 57 out of 222 starters, crossed the finish gantry with a smile on our face and a sense of achievement and friendship within us.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QLW4d9MgI3k/WA1qK1kojtI/AAAAAAAAGqk/bGl7K3h6M78_dANXfIfVOcPRhyh_DRO_wCLcB/s1600/14708041_10208665217961236_5605204231963782267_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QLW4d9MgI3k/WA1qK1kojtI/AAAAAAAAGqk/bGl7K3h6M78_dANXfIfVOcPRhyh_DRO_wCLcB/s400/14708041_10208665217961236_5605204231963782267_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Completing the super tough Cameron Ultra-Trail 2016 with Wai Hong.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wiE3LH8OLy0/WA1qPzdXXUI/AAAAAAAAGqo/qrN_gwUnsA0yWFdp5gJxyjkbAy8pbHZjQCLcB/s1600/14691254_10208665222041338_1935109539647294051_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wiE3LH8OLy0/WA1qPzdXXUI/AAAAAAAAGqo/qrN_gwUnsA0yWFdp5gJxyjkbAy8pbHZjQCLcB/s400/14691254_10208665222041338_1935109539647294051_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Glad to have Wai Hong with me. Thank you lad!</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Our arrival caught Hong Lan by surprise as she quickly ran over to have our photos taken. Thanks a lot Hong Lan for some memorable shots. The 3 of us chatted for a while before Wai Hong left the site for breakfast while I rested for a moment near the race village here. Took a half boil egg and a pack of warm Milo before thanking Arman who was again here for the wonderful well coordinated inaugural Cameron Ultra-Trail before I slowly hobbled back to hotel. And I was glad it was just next to the field.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lEj6oOpPAe8/WA2COqaemRI/AAAAAAAAGrk/pcZWxEYx_EQVDl-puOmdzQfZvlGHZYajACLcB/s1600/CUltra16%2BResults.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="220" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lEj6oOpPAe8/WA2COqaemRI/AAAAAAAAGrk/pcZWxEYx_EQVDl-puOmdzQfZvlGHZYajACLcB/s400/CUltra16%2BResults.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>My splits.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Piew was already back in the room as I quickly cleaned myself up and caught a 2 hours nap before returning to the race site for Yan Leng's prize presentation as she managed to run herself on to the podium. I also needed to collect my drop bag and upon doing so, I returned back to the room for a much deserved rest before Leong returned for his first finish of a 100KM event. Well done! The rest of the trip will then involved dinner at Brinchang later, follow by some rest and recovery the next morning before leaving for Bidor for lunch and then back home. And that was it, a very enjoyable (plus suffering) trip for the inaugural Cameron Ultra-Trail.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zFf1vnXXejY/WA1pu3mfw4I/AAAAAAAAGqY/wJKxqJmKIw8KblUQ0Eyvilzhx_cn3NksgCLcB/s1600/14560110_10153899238514149_2849501670296758924_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zFf1vnXXejY/WA1pu3mfw4I/AAAAAAAAGqY/wJKxqJmKIw8KblUQ0Eyvilzhx_cn3NksgCLcB/s400/14560110_10153899238514149_2849501670296758924_o.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Tea leaf shaped finisher medal plus some battle scars.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The Cameron Ultra-Trail 2016 is actually only my second 100KM trail race after my first last year at the <a href="http://runnerzcircle.blogspot.my/2015/01/vibram-hong-kong-100-ultra-trail-race.html">Hong Kong 100</a>&nbsp;and I was glad to have complete it without any injuries. As expected, it wasn't a smooth race for me due to lack of training and after my tooth surgery. Besides, the usual sleep problem returned to haunt me together with the uneasiness I experienced during the return leg. &nbsp;But I was glad to have able to run and complete it with my fellow friends Yan Leng, Piew and Wai Hong for different parts of the race in a very scenic Cameron Highlands. For now, I do not have plans to return for this the following year as I think the trails at Cameron Highlands will need some time to "repair" itself from over development here. Perhaps a few years down the road later.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Following the success of the first edition of the Cameron Ultra-Trail, I would like to take this opportunity to CONGRATULATE and THANK Arman, Zul, Mikael, Team Pacat, CyclicSport and the volunteers and marshals for a job well done. Most of the organisation was spot on and the treatment the runners received from all of the above was just FIRST CLASS. Some of the worth mentioning included:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">- Strict mandatory gear checking and race briefing. Well done on this!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">- GPX file being shared to runners</div><div style="text-align: justify;">- Sufficient hydration plus light snacks at all check points</div><div style="text-align: justify;">- Race director was on the move to check out runner's and organising committee's welfare.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">- Directional markers being installed throughout the route</div><div style="text-align: justify;">- Limiting the number of runners. Important for the trail's general condition and welfare.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">- Mandatory use of portable cups, bowl and spoon to minimise wastage.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">If I were to mention about flaws, it will be probably just minor issues which includes the following:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">- Spicy food being served at the 100KM u-turn point. Being an international event, international runners may not be use to curry chicken.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">- Directional marker installed a little too high from the running path.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">- Hot or warm water for the return leg as the night temperature began to dip. Portable stove for open area while USB boiler for enclosed forest area.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">- Finishing area lacking of food and drink.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">- Information arriving a little too late prior to race.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />And one final and special mention to Wai Hong before I end this entry. Many thanks for the companionship from the half way point till the finish. You waited while I was clearing my shoe of debris, in the toilet relieving myself, trying to throw up, trying to catch my breath, asleep and struggling with everything. But yet, you didn't complain at all and that you could have completed the race way ahead and earlier. But you chose to tag on to me. I don't think THANK YOU is an enough word to show my appreciation for the actions that you have shown. But again, I had to say it again, THANK YOU for embracing the spirit of long distance running.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">* Photos here credited to Rany, Hong Lan and respective photographers. Many thanks!</div>Frank Chonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06429803103141435160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747952783408846314.post-65211174446215701112016-09-29T09:30:00.000+08:002016-09-29T09:36:27.436+08:00Go West...<div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;">By Frank<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;">Since 2015, the word “West” has played a part in my running career. The decision to enter myself into the <a href="http://runnerzcircle.blogspot.my/2016/07/west-highland-way-race-2016.html">West Highland Way Race 2016</a> and missing the opportunity to qualify for the world prestigious and oldest 100 mile trail race, the <a href="http://www.wser.org/">Western States 100 Mile Endurance Run</a> (WS100) by 5 minutes 8 seconds at <a href="http://runnerzcircle.blogspot.my/2015/01/vibram-hong-kong-100-ultra-trail-race.html">HK100</a>. A couple of weeks back, the word returned into my head in trying to persuade me to “Go West” again, and thus, there has been a little brainstorming for me since then as I found out that through the West Highland Way Race 2016, I have finally qualified myself for WS100.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;">Regarded by many runners as the “Must” run or their bucket list run, I don’t deny that I would really like to run it myself though it isn’t on my to do list. In fact, all the runs that I wanted to run has now been ran and that I have nothing left for. From road to trail and mountain, the marathon distance, to 100KM to 160KM, Comrades Marathon and the West Highland Way Race, I am happy with what I have achieved myself and where I am today. In fact, I have slowed down a lot since returning from Scotland this year and have just gained that little weight in me as I took some time off from running.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;">I knew that the WS100 is always held in the month of June meaning that it will be really close to Comrades Marathon. The concern isn’t about being able to run it or not after the demanding Comrades as I have done it this year with the West Highland Way Race which was 3 weeks apart, but rather the hassle in travelling to the United States since there is a need of Visa application for Malaysian passport holders and also the logistics for the entire travel itinerary. <o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;">Then of course, the West Highland Way Race which falls on the same exact date as WS100 next year. Yes, I have successfully done it but that doesn’t mean that I will not be making a return (*hint hint) for a second time as Scotland is just so worth my time. My friends, the highlands, loch, food, etc…, they are all worth it. Nuff said. Besides, the goblet is feeling lonely and may be a good idea to find it a companion. <o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And so yes, it’s not a difficult decision after all as I decided not to enter myself into WS100, at least for now. Yes, it may be a chance wasted but again, it’s not exactly important to me. And of course, Scotland is just too way hard to resist and I rather be there surrounded with good vibes (not midges).</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p></o:p></div>Frank Chonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06429803103141435160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747952783408846314.post-38755488121190497862016-09-14T10:30:00.000+08:002016-09-14T10:30:13.364+08:00Back 2 Endurance 2016...<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;">Event: Back 2 Endurance 2016<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;">Venue: Perdana Botanical Gardens, Kuala Lumpur<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;">Date: 04 September 2016<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;">Time: 6.30AM<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;">Distance: 2.3KM per loop. To run as many in 12 hours.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;">Shoe: Saucony Kinvara 7<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><i>By Frank</i><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;">The 4th edition of Back 2 Endurance, my third since I missed the first 3 years back saw a shift of month from the usual June to September this time round due to the fasting period and probably risk of haze. I was quite happy to learn about this cause if it remained in the month of June, I will have probably missed it since I probably be still at Scotland back then.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;">Despite being a tough event, it's one that I do enjoy as a looping race brings together the running community. And being my third in a row, Jeff, the race director told me that I had a shot to be included into their "Hall of Fame" should I managed a gold award again by running at least 37 loops which will total up to 85.1KM in distance. Though I wasn't in pursuit for that famed title or race positions, I had my own goal in running 39 loops which will total up to the Comrades "Down" distance of 89.7KM. This I had done the previous 2 years with last year a loop less due to the "Up" run being shorter. And it will be a “sending off “ run for my Comrades race shoe each year and this time will be my Kinvara 7.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CVbZJLTSsQE/V9izUlSvXUI/AAAAAAAAGpw/UplEehDNsb4F2KWJQ-Ysz-pXzSHO7MY-gCLcB/s1600/20160822_082413.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CVbZJLTSsQE/V9izUlSvXUI/AAAAAAAAGpw/UplEehDNsb4F2KWJQ-Ysz-pXzSHO7MY-gCLcB/s400/20160822_082413.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>My third year in a row Back 2 Endurance.</i></div><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;">With triple issues of a bad shoulder blade, tummy and tooth gum the past few days, I got to bed pretty early the night before hoping to get at least 6 hours of quality sleep. However, that did not happen as my phone's LED was flashing with WhatsApp messages despite putting it on silent mode. WhatsApp can be useful but at the same time damn irritating too. Anyhow, I managed about 4 hours sleep and woke up at 2AM to prepare myself. Everything went smoothly and by 5.00AM, I arrived at Perdana Botanical Gardens to find some runners had already arrived! I wanted to arrive early to secure a good parking spot near the race site as there had been issues with car break ins there. And I managed just that, parking next to Roy, which was just beside the race site.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;">With my left gum near my wisdom tooth was still irritating me, I rested in the car for a while before realising that I needed some activity to distract me from the pain. Therefore, I geared up and headed to the race site to mingle with the crowd when suddenly, a lady name Carolyn Hare came to me and asked about my Scottish Saltire Buff. By asking, I instantly knew that she was a Scot and not only that, she was a support runner at this year's West Highland Way Race!<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;">Fast forwarding ahead, it was a shot briefing by Jason and at 6.30AM sharp, the event started. I started in mid pack and went off slowly, slowly bringing up my core temperature and settle into my pace. Knowing that my fitness level and strength has dropped a lot since 2 months back, it will take some effort this time in trying to hit my desired distance. Once settled into pace, I was averaging my heart rate at around 135 beats per minute which was very comfortable. But what surprised me was that I was still managing a 6 minutes pace with that heart rate. Definitely am very happy with that but the question is, how long will I last as the heat will soon rise and my legs will soon tire. Not wanting to think too much about that, I continue on with my aim.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;">Nothing much happened on my first 5 loops or so and everything went well without much distraction. Most of the faster runners were already way ahead with the rest settling into their own rhythm, some of them just wanting to have fun while others challenging themselves to try hit a new personal distance. I only started my hydration on my 6 loop drinking from a provided polycarbonate mug from the organisers. A pretty good green gesture from them to reduce wastage but I question the reason behind the plastic and papers cups that was used as a backup. I personally think that the rules should be firm on this when it was already stated down clearly and runners should not take advantage of this especially when the runners here don’t seem to learn.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;">Anyway, the half marathon distance was achieved without much unfortunate events. Legs were fine and heart rate was still stable. However I began to felt hungry and was craving for some fruits especially watermelons. However to my horror, all the food served was pretty dry like biscuits (not crackers) and cakes. Way too sugary for me as I starred at the volunteers in charge of this which of no surprise, it wasn’t their first time. There were lots of watermelons and oranges being unloaded before the start and what was the reason behind not serving them? Temperature not hot enough? Not time yet? Forgotten? I was lazy to argue or even to ask and kept going hoping that it will be served upon completing the next loop.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9vsksagZrMo/V9irQwkfKqI/AAAAAAAAGpg/opEQzFn-YCAMFyGrctK-KRES6PZ7wPcqwCLcB/s1600/14188138_318938011788410_7979809208768693372_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9vsksagZrMo/V9irQwkfKqI/AAAAAAAAGpg/opEQzFn-YCAMFyGrctK-KRES6PZ7wPcqwCLcB/s400/14188138_318938011788410_7979809208768693372_o.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>A mental game of going through loops over 12 hours.</i></div><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;">Loops after loops, no fruits were served as my heart rate began to spike as the temperature sets in. And it was still not noon yet. I kept my tri top’s zipper down to allow maximum airflow and also began to pour water over my head to keep my temperature down. It slowed me down a little as after pouring, I had to refill my mug with ice for it to cool when I return the next loop. However, I had a trick which was that I left a spare bottle on the next table which allowed me to save a little time as I can grab that and run with it. And by saving that little time, means saving my legs from “stiffening” during my stops.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;">Yew Khuay who was ahead of me by 1 loop caught up with me and we did a few loops together. Great to have him for company again as we continuously push each other, like the experience we had back at last year’s Putrajaya 100. The difference this time is that he had his phone with him and he was hunting Pokemon! With him, I hit the marathon distance just 3 minutes below 5 hours. Legs were feeling sore and tired, with some pain coming from the top of my left foot, I took the opportunity rest and to have my lunch which was being served. A variety of fried rice and noodles were served but what important was that the fruits were finally out now!<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;">15 minutes was used for lunch as I had an enjoyable time chatting with Jason and Wai Hong at the same time too. And when I resume, I had to walk 2 loops to digest off my lunch. That wasn’t in my plans but it had to be done.&nbsp; My left foot felt a little better but the afternoon heat has arrived and I was really surprised to see Carolyn for the first time since the start and that she was handling the heat pretty well. We did a few loops together and found out that she has been staying at Brunei for the past few years. That explains the reason. She was a strong runner and I had a good time chatting with her everything Scottish related before I myself had a shocked when she told me that she had my book!<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e_bMzAP0vho/V9iqy75E9jI/AAAAAAAAGpc/biQCl5B2rzkPXAX2PsK-67bRJ9eg5WQLACLcB/s1600/14207694_10153862518245382_5576187457743833510_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e_bMzAP0vho/V9iqy75E9jI/AAAAAAAAGpc/biQCl5B2rzkPXAX2PsK-67bRJ9eg5WQLACLcB/s400/14207694_10153862518245382_5576187457743833510_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Pushing through in the heat with Carolyn.</i></div><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;">Carolyn’s was a “touch and go” runner and she didn’t stop very long at the end of each loop. And that was when I lost touch with her as I kept cooling myself down by pouring water over my head. Apparently she was handling the heat better than this Malaysian! Although it was hot, the humidity was acceptable as I kept shouldering on, one loop at a time, and soon it was 6 hours and we changed direction.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;">When things started to get really tough for me, I started with a new strategy which was to walk the first 300M stretch from the start of the loop which was of pavement before running till the end of the lake. Walking the short stretch around the lake before running all the way to complete the loop. It worked pretty well as it gave my legs some time to recover but as my pace wasn’t there, I was slowly losing time to complete my desired distance. Realistically still able to hit 37 loops and hence with that, I downgraded my expectations.<o:p></o:p><br /><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;">I began to think about my first attempt at this event 2 years back where I had Susanah paced me during the fourth quarter of the run. She helped me achieved the Comrades distance that year with a further push from Wai Hong for the final loop. It’s those memories that give me some motivational push and strength as I slowly dig deeper into myself.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;">With some new found strength, I managed to cut back a little deficit and made up some time. And realistically now, I am able to push for 38 loops which will give me the Comrades “Up” run distance of 87KM. It won’t be easy but I will definitely give it a go. I reduced my stops as I grab and ran with my bottle drinking and pouring water over myself with it. The momentum swung back to me and with 37 loops down, I just had 1 more to go.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;">Slightly less than 40 minutes left before the 12 hours cut off. Realistically, 90KM can be done, but the risk will be high. Not wanting to risk any injuries, my mind was set to do 1 final loop to achieve 87KM. And that final loop, I had the privilege to run it together with Yew Khuay and we made it back safely with 19 minutes to go. It was certainly enough to do 1 more loop but enough was enough. I am happy with 87KM and after all, it’s still a Comrades distance, a “Up” run distance and all done in <span style="color: red;">11:40:10</span> crawling back from position 20, 14 to 11, 8 and finally 7. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pHQ2qbHew50/V9ipSDVVffI/AAAAAAAAGpU/JNZkjvL3gJczl-yfRzHmOAnAyJ347szSACLcB/s1600/14188296_10153865203830382_44435755248708582_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="263" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pHQ2qbHew50/V9ipSDVVffI/AAAAAAAAGpU/JNZkjvL3gJczl-yfRzHmOAnAyJ347szSACLcB/s400/14188296_10153865203830382_44435755248708582_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Completing my final loop with Yew Khuay.&nbsp;</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Not posing but rather pointing to Yew Khuay as a mark of respect.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s--iLHTea2I/V9izz9EHuLI/AAAAAAAAGp4/knsascNDpYg8Tw5JKrYz3SdlT3EE5AwvQCLcB/s1600/20160904_184208.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s--iLHTea2I/V9izz9EHuLI/AAAAAAAAGp4/knsascNDpYg8Tw5JKrYz3SdlT3EE5AwvQCLcB/s400/20160904_184208.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><i>Chilling</i></span><i>&nbsp;out with Yew Khuay and Kelvin.</i></div><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;">I stayed back to rest up while cheering for other runners. And one runner that I was cheering for was no other than Carolyn who was out doing her final 39 loop. And when she returned, I notice that she was running barefoot as her shoe’s midsole had come undone.&nbsp; But the important thing I noticed was that she had her Scottish Saltire Buff on, the same as mine as I welcomed her “home” as champion of the women’s category. AYE!<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oL_Sdq5L9q8/V9izgEWiZTI/AAAAAAAAGp0/ihMnnv-aNCELv85uB-Ju18z-vshBwkyqgCLcB/s1600/20160904_183446.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oL_Sdq5L9q8/V9izgEWiZTI/AAAAAAAAGp0/ihMnnv-aNCELv85uB-Ju18z-vshBwkyqgCLcB/s400/20160904_183446.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>A WeFie with the women's champion, Carolyn from Scotland! AYE!</i></div><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;">Generally speaking, this was my poorest performance of my 3 runs at Back 2 Endurance. But looking at how things went after deciding to slow down after West Highland Way Race, I was happy after all. I knew at the start that it was going to be tough, but as the Comrades saying goes, “Hard is what makes it great” and I am glad I decided to give it a go after all.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ih0ED0mvjSY/V9i0SLZ0nmI/AAAAAAAAGp8/HeB4d4QVCPgCae56Q_yVs_hoEiTqHJBRwCLcB/s1600/20160904_200659_001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ih0ED0mvjSY/V9i0SLZ0nmI/AAAAAAAAGp8/HeB4d4QVCPgCae56Q_yVs_hoEiTqHJBRwCLcB/s400/20160904_200659_001.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Got toasted under the sun.</i></div><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;">Overall, another well done to Jeff and Jason for yet another event especially when Jeff just returned from UTMB a few days ago. Despite some similar hiccups like the serving of fruits mentioned earlier, it was still an enjoyable no frills event. Will I be back the next year? If the event date is right, I might just will, but don’t think there will be any more pressure in trying to hit that Comrades distance. 3 times is already enough and with this done, I need to get some dental issue done over with and it will be an extremely painful one. Gulps…<o:p></o:p><br /><br />* All photos here credited to the respective photographers. Thank you.</div>Frank Chonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06429803103141435160noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747952783408846314.post-16018875661230684682016-08-01T09:00:00.000+08:002016-08-01T09:06:18.358+08:00Saucony Peregrine 6...<div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>By Frank</i></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;">Like the <a href="http://runnerzcircle.blogspot.my/2016/03/saucony-kinvara-7.html">Saucony Kinvara 7</a> (K7) which was my “To Go” road shoe, I had the opportunity to get both my feet on my “To Go” trail shoe, the Saucony Peregrine 6 (P6) way before it was available in the market thanks to the people at Saucony Malaysia. However, I kept a low profile on it and only tested the shoe when I was all out at the trails by myself leading up my race at <a href="http://runnerzcircle.blogspot.my/2016/07/west-highland-way-race-2016.html">West Highland Way Race 2016</a> where the P6 was my chosen race shoe.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P-86tC5to2s/V5ykN-JkeYI/AAAAAAAAGnQ/GrLmZ7-PEKAYR69RKCyGiBySpTD6q5iIgCLcB/s1600/20160422_122143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P-86tC5to2s/V5ykN-JkeYI/AAAAAAAAGnQ/GrLmZ7-PEKAYR69RKCyGiBySpTD6q5iIgCLcB/s400/20160422_122143.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The Saucony&nbsp;Peregrine&nbsp;6.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Gn0jOnDodw/V5yqxNv-zMI/AAAAAAAAGo8/LJm5BJS0m30ky4WYE4ExKSL45D-lyfUQQCLcB/s1600/20160729_193113.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Gn0jOnDodw/V5yqxNv-zMI/AAAAAAAAGo8/LJm5BJS0m30ky4WYE4ExKSL45D-lyfUQQCLcB/s400/20160729_193113.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The Peregrines, from 4, <a href="http://runnerzcircle.blogspot.my/2015/09/saucony-peregrine-5.html">5</a> and now 6.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;">After successfully racing the West Highland Way Race 2016 in the P6 which is where this review is entirely based on, it’s now time to recap and put it into words. Built under Saucony’s RunAnyWhere line-up of trail shoes, I remember how surprised and at the same time delighted I was when I saw the P6 for its very first time about a year ago. Having trained and raced with both the Peregrine 4 and 5, I was surprised that Saucony took the risk and plunge to change its core design after 5 generations and delighted at the same time too that they did and for the better for the P6 finally “matured” into a sleek, aggressive and fast “Peregrine” (referring to the falcon). Completed redesigned from scratch, the P6 not only spots a totally new upper, but a new midsole and a totally redesigned outsole. <o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W_wsvy37fA4/V5ykea2KzcI/AAAAAAAAGnU/Wc4BH7Th5J0_8NsMjBVC_GmryQhhnPm5QCLcB/s1600/20160422_122237.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W_wsvy37fA4/V5ykea2KzcI/AAAAAAAAGnU/Wc4BH7Th5J0_8NsMjBVC_GmryQhhnPm5QCLcB/s400/20160422_122237.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Lateral view of the Saucony Peregrine 6.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G-DjQuXo3dY/V5yktfNNkyI/AAAAAAAAGnY/STZmzvVoQDoJOu1U56TaTdEi-R-nKG3WQCLcB/s1600/20160422_122254.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G-DjQuXo3dY/V5yktfNNkyI/AAAAAAAAGnY/STZmzvVoQDoJOu1U56TaTdEi-R-nKG3WQCLcB/s400/20160422_122254.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Medial view of the Saucony&nbsp;Peregrine&nbsp;6.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;">After having spot the same last for the past 5 generations, the P6 arrived as a fresh new design. The upper now utilizes a new engineered stretch mesh which offers a smoother feel and look compared to the previous ones used which was more traditional looking. Smooth to the touch, it still retains the excellent ventilation as found in previous generations, if not an improvement over it. Being a stretchy material, one can expect a very forgiving toe box where my toes were splayed throughout my entire 28 hours out at the highlands. No hot spots, no blisters, no chaffing and very quick drying was what I can say about it. And to hold up the shoe’s upper by giving it a little structure without compromising on durability was the usage of FlexFilm, a thin but strong layer of synthetic material which offers fewer layers on the upper for a seamless and flexible feel.<o:p></o:p></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yB4u-XKwfr4/V5ylK1K5mEI/AAAAAAAAGng/D4r6H3Ch0UM2etjng2zbnuVtecyokwS2gCLcB/s1600/20160422_122347.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yB4u-XKwfr4/V5ylK1K5mEI/AAAAAAAAGng/D4r6H3Ch0UM2etjng2zbnuVtecyokwS2gCLcB/s400/20160422_122347.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>A&nbsp;completely new&nbsp;engineered&nbsp;stretch mesh with a&nbsp;</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>reinforced toe cap to withstand any accidental kicks..</i></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;">The external heel counter has a semi rigid but yet flexible plastic cupping built into it to give better stability to the ankle. Cosmetically and personally, I find it very good looking with not only the Peregrine insignia on it, but a set of coordinates which if you are interested, will bring you the banks of Saucony Creek at Kuztown where the Saucony was first founded. The collar is then rounded off with the RunDry lining to keep sweat out of the shoe while giving a plush feel.<o:p></o:p></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OvrdVRmZBlk/V5ymUgVE_II/AAAAAAAAGn8/gVMzzHTWci0Wfzubt9jQLlSUREIV0d6qwCLcB/s1600/20160422_122628.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OvrdVRmZBlk/V5ymUgVE_II/AAAAAAAAGn8/gVMzzHTWci0Wfzubt9jQLlSUREIV0d6qwCLcB/s400/20160422_122628.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>External heel counter with coordinates.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nDBEOz83j2c/V5ylXhD8QQI/AAAAAAAAGno/rkMcRodALiIIaU7yN4l1IfuNI7vTPwy8ACLcB/s1600/20160422_122526.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nDBEOz83j2c/V5ylXhD8QQI/AAAAAAAAGno/rkMcRodALiIIaU7yN4l1IfuNI7vTPwy8ACLcB/s400/20160422_122526.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Padded RunDry collar.</i></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;">The toe cap is reinforced by a durable and rugged looking rubber piece. Despite having trip over some rocks and also kicking my foot over it, the toe cap does it job very well, that’s it to shield and protect my toes. And not only that, it held up very well too. No chipping off or rubber coming undone especially with much exposure to different elements such as heat, water crossing and yes, even cow dung too (who wants to steal my shoe better think twice now).<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;">With a gusseted tongue, any unwanted debris that may find its way into the shoe is minimized. And not only that, it gave a much better fit as it wraps around the feet nicely and snugly. Not as plush as the ISOFit found in the Zealot, but it does its job well here. And with a gaiter clip found at the front, a secondary protection can be added, especially when one is running through dirty terrains where debris may enter through the collar area. And the laces, unlike previous generations has been shorten which now fits better. And yes, it’s still made of the same durable material and it stays put to its place without coming undone easily. No worries about stepping over it.<o:p></o:p></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7RWFSAPKLsE/V5ymuQnnlWI/AAAAAAAAGoE/Eahgdq0o6X45OwcqyS3YCqqIWeEdh6v9ACLcB/s1600/20160515_101954.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7RWFSAPKLsE/V5ymuQnnlWI/AAAAAAAAGoE/Eahgdq0o6X45OwcqyS3YCqqIWeEdh6v9ACLcB/s400/20160515_101954.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The gusseted tongue.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2QPCsez2O0A/V5ylrFw54vI/AAAAAAAAGnw/YayjOCRQHcssisTw9EUXB65HyFQUMdN5gCLcB/s1600/20160422_122409.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2QPCsez2O0A/V5ylrFw54vI/AAAAAAAAGnw/YayjOCRQHcssisTw9EUXB65HyFQUMdN5gCLcB/s400/20160422_122409.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The gaiter clip and the awesome lace.</i></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;">The midsole saw some minor changes especially on the heel insert. Gone is the PowerGrid foam there being replaced with a new continuous cushioning foam call EVERUN which offers 83% energy return and 3 times the durability. It started off pretty firm but after a few runs, the foam will be “broken in” and I could feel a slight difference. Honestly speaking, not a huge world of difference compared to the already good PowerGrid in the “Feel” department, but I believe it’s for the better as Saucony continue to evolve it. Besides, I could see it holding up pretty well despite my shoe having gone through over 300KM in distance in various conditions. That’s really 2 thumbs and 2 big toes up for me!<o:p></o:p></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_QfmerMa278/V5ypD8GtELI/AAAAAAAAGoo/9YCn_j8qCGwcOKaCsSL85qg4Orx79nSGwCLcB/s1600/20160422_122340.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_QfmerMa278/V5ypD8GtELI/AAAAAAAAGoo/9YCn_j8qCGwcOKaCsSL85qg4Orx79nSGwCLcB/s400/20160422_122340.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Breakthrough in cushioning where EVERUN replaces&nbsp;</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>PowerGrid at the heel insert of the Peregrine 6.</i></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;">Most previous Peregrine users had asked for a higher stack height and Saucony had listened and responded for the next midsole upgrade saw an additional 1MM of stack height bringing the P6 up to 21.5MM on the heel and 17.5MM on the forefoot and hence still retaining the sweet 4MM offset. Although thicker now to try numb any ground feel, the P6’s ride is still pretty low to ground and hence one can still feel very stable in it.<o:p></o:p></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Over at the forefoot encased within Saucony’s SSL (Saucony Super Lite) EVA is the EBO (External Bedrock Outsole), a protective rockplate made of flexible but yet strong nylon fiber to shield and protect from sharp rocks or rugged terrains. It’s generally lighter in weight compared to traditional thick rubber and more versatile compared to carbon fiber.</div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;"><o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-egN17Alwqzc/V5yocGK4lrI/AAAAAAAAGog/Ib_KvOsZbD0g8ONSQ1ImStWlgnL69XfsACLcB/s1600/20160422_122324.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-egN17Alwqzc/V5yocGK4lrI/AAAAAAAAGog/Ib_KvOsZbD0g8ONSQ1ImStWlgnL69XfsACLcB/s400/20160422_122324.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The EBO rockplate as seen in grey/black "zebra" line embedded&nbsp;into the midsole at the front.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;">For those who remember the outsole design of previous Peregrines where it utilizes multi directional lugs and 2 different rubber compounds to achieve excellent traction in both rocky and muddy conditions, the P6’s new outsole, achieved not only what it predecessor’s did but improves over it. Now with a 1 piece design and new carbon rubber compound call PWRTRAC offering an even tackier ride and 3 times more durable compared to traditional carbon rubber, it together with a newly redesigned multi directional thread with deep angled lugs that resembles mini falcon talons, gives the P6 an exceptional comfortable and confident ride.<o:p></o:p></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6aH6AZY4aHQ/V5yqNtATLsI/AAAAAAAAGo4/Fk-dbmUu8i4e-N0Hm5Nm2dfzVeMdgr6ogCLcB/s1600/20160422_122313.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6aH6AZY4aHQ/V5yqNtATLsI/AAAAAAAAGo4/Fk-dbmUu8i4e-N0Hm5Nm2dfzVeMdgr6ogCLcB/s400/20160422_122313.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The multi directional lugs of the new PWRTRAC outsole.</i></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;">That’s all the positive for the P6 but what amazes me is that despite all the changes and upgrades from the above, the P6 still weighs in at 266 Grams for a men’s size US9.0. And that’s 6 Grams shaved off from the P5! Well done Saucony!<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;">There’s many to like about the P6, but like all shoes, gadgets, accessories and others, there will be a few dislikes as none is perfect. First, the ventilation despite being top notch, the upper like P5 still allows super fine debris like sand and ash to enter the shoe. Not really a big deal in this part of the world, but I do hope that Saucony can come up with a cross between ventilation and debris protection for this part of the shoe. But do note that there is a FlexShell version of the P6 releasing soon, where it offers water repellency with a close top upper where it will solved the debris issue at the expense of a few grams and ventilation. <o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;">Next will be the EVERUN heel insert. It seems that being only inserted on the heel area, not much difference can be felt. A full length EVERUN insert will be more preferable and hopefully, this can help with impact absorption and also toe-off as footing and landing zones on trails differs much from road.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;">And finally, at 266 Grams, the P6 is already very light for a trail she of this class. But I believe it can go even lighter with the semi rigid plastic on the heel counter be replaced with some other lighter materials such as those found in the Kinvaras.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mkIOPbXCaLU/V5ynvxH6UQI/AAAAAAAAGoU/24IzDxQXiNEEBbzvaGsKZcU2KzKYZO_7ACLcB/s1600/20160729_193145.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mkIOPbXCaLU/V5ynvxH6UQI/AAAAAAAAGoU/24IzDxQXiNEEBbzvaGsKZcU2KzKYZO_7ACLcB/s400/20160729_193145.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Outsole wear and tear of the Peregrine 5 (left) after 468KM and Peregrine 6 after 321KM (right).</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;">I've started wearing the Saucony Peregrines since the fourth generations. It got better at the fifth but the sixth has set a new standards in my very own opinion on trail shoes. The Saucony Peregrine 6 has won numerous awards worldwide but 2 awards stands out most which is the coveted <a href="http://www.runnersworld.com/shoe/saucony-peregrine-6-mens">Runners World Editor’s ChoiceAward</a> and <a href="http://www.outsideonline.com/2086841/gear-year-2016">OUTSIDE Gear of the Year 2016</a>. Awards are definitely able to market the shoe well, but what most important is the feel and ride from the individual’s wear experience. And after more than 300KM worth of trail adventures especially in the rugged West Highland Way, all I can say here, it truly deserves its awards!<o:p></o:p></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sSuxPyz4L80/V5ynNQ66JrI/AAAAAAAAGoM/KfliA4TGb1QdFxq10bJtwS2mpn7TwFoagCLcB/s1600/20160623_114355.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sSuxPyz4L80/V5ynNQ66JrI/AAAAAAAAGoM/KfliA4TGb1QdFxq10bJtwS2mpn7TwFoagCLcB/s400/20160623_114355.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The Saucony Peregrine 6 with it's cousin, the Kinvara 7 together with the Comrades Marathon medal and the West Highland Way Race goblet. 2 amazing shoes, 2 amazing&nbsp;races.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The Saucony Peregrine 6 is now available at a recommended selling price of RM429.00 at all Saucony authorized dealers nationwide such as Saucony Concept Store (Queensbay Mall, Penang), Running Lab (Tropicana City Mall, Selangor), Top Man World (Kulai, Johor), Stadium and selected Royal Sport House stores.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This pair of Saucony Peregrine 6 is kindly provided by RSH (Malaysia) Sdn Bhd, the sole authorised distributor of Saucony in Malaysia for test and review purposes and all opinions are based solely on personal takes.</div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p></o:p></div>Frank Chonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06429803103141435160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747952783408846314.post-13282033320068481732016-07-18T12:00:00.000+08:002016-07-18T19:18:29.174+08:00West Highland Way Race 2016...<div style="text-align: justify;">Event: West Highland Way Race 2016</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Venue: Milngavie Railway Station, Scotland</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Date: 18 June 2016</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Time: 1.00AM (Scotland time), 8.00AM (Malaysia time)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Distance: 152KM</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shoe: Saucony Peregrine 6</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>By Frank</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />"Let your legs do the running but let your heart and soul light your path".<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Trust me, writing this entry is probably tougher than running the West Highland Way Race. And not only that, I had back luck when out of a sudden, my photos from the race which includes <a href="http://runnerzcircle.blogspot.my/2016/06/comrades-marathon-2016.html">Comrades Marathon 2016</a> and also the draft to this blog which I've typed out in Word document suddenly went missing. Though I got most of my photos back through a data recovery process, the blog draft unknowingly went missing into "deep space" and was never found. A mystery that will never be solve, I was actually just content to get my photos back as after all, I can always re-write this blog as the memory was still fresh in my mind. Just hope no mistake on the route since I've not ran or hike the entire West Highland Way before, considering I flew a long way to do this race..</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So to cut things short, I will leave my build up to this race out as I had already shared it on my previous entry <a href="http://runnerzcircle.blogspot.my/2016/06/fulfilling-dream.html">HERE</a>, and will begin this entry with my journey to Glasgow, a day before the big race.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bLewQEZNMb8/V4oxITV_lEI/AAAAAAAAGmI/XPJBkrBfGDYfgFpsKDo1W34mA2uk2eHgACLcB/s1600/WHW%2BCut%2BOff.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bLewQEZNMb8/V4oxITV_lEI/AAAAAAAAGmI/XPJBkrBfGDYfgFpsKDo1W34mA2uk2eHgACLcB/s400/WHW%2BCut%2BOff.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The race profile, distance and cut-off time.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">On the morning of Thursday, 16 June 2016, I opt to take the bus from Union Square, Aberdeen to make my way to Glasgow. It was not the ideal option for the trip was actually pretty tiring with winding roads and multiple stops. But the main thing was that I wanted to save some cash as the train ticket was doubled the price compared to the bus. But anyhow, after slightly more than 3 hours, I arrived at a wet Glasgow and made my way for some hot soup at Pret A Manger before quickly heading to Hampton Guest House, the exact place I stayed a week ago. The same receptionist greeted and handled my check-in. Knowing that I've a race, he was kind enough to allocate a room smack at the back of the building which was dark and hopefully quiet as those at the front was facing a school. Dark it was, but not exactly quiet which I will elaborate further later.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Quickly laid out my race gear to ensure nothing was left behind in Aberdeen. When everything was good to go, I packed them up in their respective bags with labels on them before heading out for a simple dinner. And when the sky opened up again, I quickly made my way back to the guest house arriving there pretty wet. A hot shower and then I laid on bed resting and watching the TV till &nbsp;about midnight before calling it a night.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XZWH7A-75aw/V4nVax9kEaI/AAAAAAAAGeI/-mRoCFtdYIoCCRJDhwuTQryjBqvAygMfQCLcB/s1600/13415437_10153618801234149_8724797909471366065_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XZWH7A-75aw/V4nVax9kEaI/AAAAAAAAGeI/-mRoCFtdYIoCCRJDhwuTQryjBqvAygMfQCLcB/s400/13415437_10153618801234149_8724797909471366065_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Laying out the gears. 3 sets of apparels were prepared.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BCLnImwKBY/V4oXb_jADFI/AAAAAAAAGkk/ufxH1My3PZIcGOzYi7P_4LWxQiMwOoVpACLcB/s1600/13445483_10153614299499149_9184880840625383469_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BCLnImwKBY/V4oXb_jADFI/AAAAAAAAGkk/ufxH1My3PZIcGOzYi7P_4LWxQiMwOoVpACLcB/s400/13445483_10153614299499149_9184880840625383469_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>A very handy GPS tracker for my support crew to track my location.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I woke up at about 7AM though my alarm was set at 8AM. I mentioned the room wasn't exactly quiet as the sound of footsteps from above can be heard pounding the wooden floor. Besides, the sound from housekeeping was disturbing too. I rolled on the bed before finally heading downstairs for breakfast, avoiding coffee as I intended to continue sleeping after the meal. I tried but I had difficulties due to the sound especially the vacuum cleaner as housekeeping got busier. I do not know if I manage to sleep, but quickly, it was already 2PM as I eventually gave up and made my way to town to buy a sandwich and also the much needed natural beetroot juice (non concentrated) which I have been drinking prior to my races for its benefits.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jQyn0qz77zU/V4otbthIB-I/AAAAAAAAGlY/T3byc6W7-tIN8-HXMihcPBISpPJ9OnW8ACLcB/s1600/20160617_125239.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jQyn0qz77zU/V4otbthIB-I/AAAAAAAAGlY/T3byc6W7-tIN8-HXMihcPBISpPJ9OnW8ACLcB/s400/20160617_125239.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Natural beetroot juice is a must for me nowadays prior to a big race.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The weather looks good and the forecast was looking great for at least the next 24 hours. Hope it stays that way as I continue resting in my room while waiting for time to pass. And at 4PM, I finally had my first cup of coffee and started getting ready. At 6.30PM, I checked out and headed out to the nearby Banana Leaf Malaysian restaurant to meet up with Chee Kong and family for dinner. A simple dinner of chicken rice which was my most expensive ever before heading to deposit my luggage and essential gears into the car we rented, the Toyota Varso.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The Toyota Varso was a huge mistake. We initially wanted to rent the Volkswagen Transporter but due to some tight budget, we opt for the Vauxhall Zafira offered by Arnold Clark. But instead, they gave us the much smaller Toyota Varso instead and at the same price. Shame on Arnold Clark! With no choice left, we had to managed the luggage space. I left for the train station at Glasgow Central after settling my luggage and Chee Kong returned to his hotel for some rest while waiting for Edmund's arrival at 10.50PM later before driving to Milngavie.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QUzmYpOJzP4/V4oU8REiyAI/AAAAAAAAGkM/G4UROG_Jn5EfoXVfzG0l-XN-obtf8sg4QCLcB/s1600/13422296_10153622178714149_3938193425112387638_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QUzmYpOJzP4/V4oU8REiyAI/AAAAAAAAGkM/G4UROG_Jn5EfoXVfzG0l-XN-obtf8sg4QCLcB/s400/13422296_10153622178714149_3938193425112387638_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The rather small Toyota Varso. At least I like the red colour.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">4 hours before the race start, I was already nervous and made my first mistake as I took the wrong train. Blame myself for not taking note of the train's destination and instead boarded the few minutes earlier train which needed a change at Westerton and headed to Dumbarton instead! Was lucky I took note of my silly mistake and studied the Train App and made my way back to Westerton and waited for the correct train and still made it to Milngavie at 9.30PM as per intended. Phew... An early adventure for me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6mr1R-t2mDU/V4nW6IH8FuI/AAAAAAAAGe4/kptAs46rF8opt9jxgNewet0r-YIM6kieQCLcB/s1600/13411965_10153622262074149_3305208744432587638_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6mr1R-t2mDU/V4nW6IH8FuI/AAAAAAAAGe4/kptAs46rF8opt9jxgNewet0r-YIM6kieQCLcB/s400/13411965_10153622262074149_3305208744432587638_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I've arrived.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7WHgWqiOC4w/V4nXBAXzoPI/AAAAAAAAGe8/XesAOECg1vYA3rlSSzJb2FQh6GkLaUTSACLcB/s1600/13247837_10153622262414149_3136301649724235440_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7WHgWqiOC4w/V4nXBAXzoPI/AAAAAAAAGe8/XesAOECg1vYA3rlSSzJb2FQh6GkLaUTSACLcB/s400/13247837_10153622262414149_3136301649724235440_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The starting line.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Before heading to collect my race pack, I quickly snap some photos of the surrounding especially the start area of the race. It was nice to get some pre-race feel about the place in advance as it was no rush for me. As I head towards the St. Joseph RC Church which was just next to the train station for the race pack collection, I bumped into Race Director, Ian Beattie and also John Duncan. Great to see them again.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lFGCpIEGm4g/V4nWw1pXa5I/AAAAAAAAGe0/rw-ZLeh5Fvs3_iX5MKgggtbKbn2TWRRhgCLcB/s1600/13483266_10153622318779149_350770743997783888_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lFGCpIEGm4g/V4nWw1pXa5I/AAAAAAAAGe0/rw-ZLeh5Fvs3_iX5MKgggtbKbn2TWRRhgCLcB/s400/13483266_10153622318779149_350770743997783888_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The title on his top says it all.&nbsp;</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Ian Beattie, the Race Director and also the chairman of Scottish Athletics.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In the hall, Sandra Beattie welcomed me and handed over my race pack with my bib number of 10, a pre-arranged number for me which represented my 10 year of running! Thanks Ian! Next, I made myself to be handed my timing chip from SPORTident. Instead of a mini card hung over a lanyard as per indicated on the race instruction, I was given a tiny crystal looking key like thing which was strap over my right wrist and pointing towards my palm. Looks a bit awkward and my initial thoughts was that it is going to get uncomfortable during the race. But apparently, it was not.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PqB8qB7eAYE/V4nUMCH43bI/AAAAAAAAGdc/r4LDf5F09rAYyHZyKOEnj6scYpqessQkQCLcB/s1600/13458710_10153622287594149_5051698481411252118_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PqB8qB7eAYE/V4nUMCH43bI/AAAAAAAAGdc/r4LDf5F09rAYyHZyKOEnj6scYpqessQkQCLcB/s400/13458710_10153622287594149_5051698481411252118_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>With forever smiling Sandra Beattie (in the middle).</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zsE9We6A1W0/V4oUc7J1_II/AAAAAAAAGkE/ZUV0ql2xm2k7K4RxAwsH0TTZ-dvlvGYkACLcB/s1600/13416899_10153622297349149_4665845699064218855_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zsE9We6A1W0/V4oUc7J1_II/AAAAAAAAGkE/ZUV0ql2xm2k7K4RxAwsH0TTZ-dvlvGYkACLcB/s400/13416899_10153622297349149_4665845699064218855_o.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Lucky bib number 10 and the timing device by SPORTident.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Next was to get myself weight and Gerry Craig, who was part of Singapore's MR25 organising committee was there to assist. Great to be seeing him again as we chatted away before the crowd got a little busy and I headed to collect my race merchandise which I have pre-ordered. Angela and Alexa arrived shortly and we hung around the hall for a while more while catching up with friends like Donald Sandeman, Jeni-Rees, John Munro and Helen Munro. We then proceeded to rest my legs in Alexa's car parked within the area.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i2GcezgDH8w/V4nURox7DNI/AAAAAAAAGdg/_gr_Mugl3mY4AcLS4NJ8E-WBRP2JYAexwCLcB/s1600/13442603_10153622286664149_4697323723590262394_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i2GcezgDH8w/V4nURox7DNI/AAAAAAAAGdg/_gr_Mugl3mY4AcLS4NJ8E-WBRP2JYAexwCLcB/s400/13442603_10153622286664149_4697323723590262394_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Good to catch up with Gerry Craig.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jWOzEeTogfE/V4nUZ2_41UI/AAAAAAAAGdk/e4mRUEkZRB4nEyjaQuSWq6BXWBVsZHmvQCLcB/s1600/13483365_10153622287749149_1109278944609731387_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jWOzEeTogfE/V4nUZ2_41UI/AAAAAAAAGdk/e4mRUEkZRB4nEyjaQuSWq6BXWBVsZHmvQCLcB/s400/13483365_10153622287749149_1109278944609731387_o.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>53.8KG for the start.</i></div><br />And by resting, time quickly passed by and soon Chee Kong and Edmund arrived. At 12.30AM, a short briefing by Ian and Sean before the exchange of well wishes from fellow runners, marshals and supporters. And it's great to meet up with old and new friends too like Alan Stewart, Lorna Maclean, David Scott, Fiona Rennie, Ruth Howie, Yi Zhang, Daniel Kershaw and of course the big guy, Ian Minty! The weather cooled and it was going to be a cold start as I pulled out my Saucony Exo Jacket and also Nomad glove to keep myself warm.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zPTMBaEua8Y/V4oW3sk-4qI/AAAAAAAAGkc/bqAa8Js4GagZgsr6huU9XxIAQMvZHwmjgCLcB/s1600/13497748_10153629121334149_866414652400664414_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zPTMBaEua8Y/V4oW3sk-4qI/AAAAAAAAGkc/bqAa8Js4GagZgsr6huU9XxIAQMvZHwmjgCLcB/s400/13497748_10153629121334149_866414652400664414_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Scene at the start.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S93GKigoaE8/V4oLSW7jb0I/AAAAAAAAGg4/Jen4vck9FN4920Up83PrSgtnfhNUt8UrgCLcB/s1600/13483096_1806982849529978_5284460318477163301_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S93GKigoaE8/V4oLSW7jb0I/AAAAAAAAGg4/Jen4vck9FN4920Up83PrSgtnfhNUt8UrgCLcB/s400/13483096_1806982849529978_5284460318477163301_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>My team of support crew. Alexa, Angela, Edmund and Chee Kong.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><u>The start at Milngavie...</u></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As the time swiftly ticks toward 1.00AM, 198 runners line up at the start just below the underpass to get ready for the start. Keeping my nerves calm lining myself up at the front pack, I reminded myself the reason I am standing here now. All the training, sacrifices and experiences must be put to good use. It's not how fast I get myself to Fort William but rather in getting there successfully. Everything positive shrouded my mind and the thoughts of everyone gave me the confidence to do so. And with 3 very important "mementos" I had with me that will journey with me throughout the race, I will set out on my longest and toughest trail race. 95 Miles or 152KM awaits and at 1.00AM, the blow horn sounded followed by the cow bells and cheers from the people around to signal the start. And my journey started...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wieWcOusaBg/V4oLE8fghtI/AAAAAAAAGgw/iA6INebU4OcglmhwEjqQHUutLFzdT-c-ACLcB/s1600/13458668_1175470059164836_3977547311522925293_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wieWcOusaBg/V4oLE8fghtI/AAAAAAAAGgw/iA6INebU4OcglmhwEjqQHUutLFzdT-c-ACLcB/s400/13458668_1175470059164836_3977547311522925293_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The start.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><u><b>En route to Drymen at 12.11 Miles (19.38KM).</b></u></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My first destination will be Drymen. As I started my run to exit Milngavie running pass the supporters lined up by the side cheering us on, I turned on my head torch to light the surroundings and to test out the desired brightness I needed. I spotted Angela towards the end of the line and waved to her before I entered the trails toward Mugdock ahead.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It was still easy at the start with soft ground cushioning my foot strike with mild ascent and descents along the way. Just had to pay attention to any branches, root and even puddles of water. However, my heart rate was spiking and although my pace was comfortable, I couldn't keep my heart rate down. It was averaging about 160 BPM (Beats Per Minute) and that worried me a little. I slowed down but it remained the same and I concluded that it must have been caused by myself being too nervous. With that self assumption, I continued ahead enjoying every moment.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">About 3 Miles (4.8KM) in, a large fallen tree obstructed the running path and I had to run around it. This was informed earlier by Ian and all runners should be aware of this. As I arrived at some open area, some farm I assume as there were fences along the side, the sights of lights from the runner's head torch was just magical as they looked like a moving serpent from afar. I concentrated on the running path ahead as it got a little technical as it narrows down to single track. But passing slower runners and letting faster pass wasn't an issue as there will always be somewhere for us to move aside. Plus the mentality of the Scottish runners, everyone was moving smoothly and soon I arrived at the Beech Tree Inn where everything was still calm and noise level was kept to almost none as we did not want to disturb the locals.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">About 10 Miles (16KM) in, I took my first bak kwa (pork jerky) and also my first stop to relieve myself. I was making sure that I needed to do that at every sector to ensure that my kidney is functioning as it is. The runners had already started to spread out and I nearly missed the turning towards an open field toward Drymen. But luckily there was a fellow runner behind me who called out to me and we made the journey to Drymen together. Can't remember his name but he was from Edinburgh.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The sights of a few people ahead signaled that I've arrived at Drymen, some 12.11 Miles (19.38KM) into the race and everything was still good for me. Not an official checkpoint and being in a small town at odd hours, it all means that runners have to keep noise level down and just to carry on to the next sector leading to the first check point at Balmaha.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><u><b>En route to Balmaha at 19 Miles (30.40KM). Cut-off 6.00AM</b></u></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was looking forward to this sector as this is where the famed Conic Hill is located. And being a hill, it will mean climbing! It all started with some very mild climbs along an open field. The first sight of dawn can already be seen as Loch Lomond came into view for the very first time. Despite the low light condition, I took the opportunity to snap some shots for I do not know if I will be able to return here in the future. A little more climb on the tarmac before heading back to the trails before dropping a little to the foot of Conic Hill.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H9C-FYahwDg/V4ovUVqOs0I/AAAAAAAAGl0/YQxxzy86JD47CfA__dK4lfEkXY1jnoWzgCLcB/s1600/GOPR4064_1466369986202_high.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H9C-FYahwDg/V4ovUVqOs0I/AAAAAAAAGl0/YQxxzy86JD47CfA__dK4lfEkXY1jnoWzgCLcB/s400/GOPR4064_1466369986202_high.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>It's about 4AM and the sun begins to rise over Loch Lomond.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kYVTHlMiko4/V4oYZgDxyEI/AAAAAAAAGk0/0kCAIpil28c7j1mpaX14wLwuhxkVYhNKwCLcB/s1600/13502958_10153629122244149_2476898251699673742_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kYVTHlMiko4/V4oYZgDxyEI/AAAAAAAAGk0/0kCAIpil28c7j1mpaX14wLwuhxkVYhNKwCLcB/s400/13502958_10153629122244149_2476898251699673742_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>A little trail on the ascend before the main climb at Conic Hill.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DHnd_WDD1oo/V4nY8CXu3KI/AAAAAAAAGf0/jhqBEkVZ56My98wOGfJolLCeRnXdR5ejgCLcB/s1600/13443299_10153629123234149_8831786880691283931_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DHnd_WDD1oo/V4nY8CXu3KI/AAAAAAAAGf0/jhqBEkVZ56My98wOGfJolLCeRnXdR5ejgCLcB/s400/13443299_10153629123234149_8831786880691283931_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>First big climb at Conic Hill.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The surrounding of Conic Hill is definitely a view to behold but the big guy awaits for the first big climb is next. Slowly making my way up, I passed a struggling runner who was wearing the HK100 event tee. I walked with him and asked if he was all right which apparently he wasn't as his legs has taken a beating as he mentioned he was under-trained for this. It was still too early to call it quits as he did mention to throw in the towel at Balmaha. I did not have any encouraging words to tell him and just told him to let his experience get him through this and to put a foot in front each time and try to go as far into the distance. You never know that at this stage, the body is just starting to "warm up".</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IzNiXUbpmm8/V4nXfg33FiI/AAAAAAAAGfM/i1XOU2GPqRYIkiNgKT9ilc2VywTCLabbgCLcB/s1600/13502859_10153629123499149_838205595134497627_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IzNiXUbpmm8/V4nXfg33FiI/AAAAAAAAGfM/i1XOU2GPqRYIkiNgKT9ilc2VywTCLabbgCLcB/s400/13502859_10153629123499149_838205595134497627_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>First clear view of Loch Lomond from Conic Hill.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Being still fresh with the earlier heart rate issue a thing of the pass, I tackled the ascent smoothly. Legs was good and although the surrounding was beautiful, I paid attention to the trails and in no time, I was up at Conic Hill rewarded by the marvelous view of Loch Lomond. And I made it just in time as day has just broke.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Next was the descent and despite manageable, this is where I slowed down. I had to tackle big rocks and steps to make the descent, a few times reducing to squatting to get myself a level down. Once at the bottom, it was to journey through the woods and in a while more, I heard some noises which can only mean that I arrived at Balmaha, the first official check-point at 19 Miles (30.40KM)! And it has been 3:47:02 hours since I started running. Pretty good pace for the start.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3CRr2ADI6zg/V4oOHmjYcBI/AAAAAAAAGiA/gk7OSzvb8ggcoLxxtxur1BUDMtXCvMBKwCLcB/s1600/13498042_1806983959529867_672261818360700380_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3CRr2ADI6zg/V4oOHmjYcBI/AAAAAAAAGiA/gk7OSzvb8ggcoLxxtxur1BUDMtXCvMBKwCLcB/s400/13498042_1806983959529867_672261818360700380_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Exiting the woods and arriving at Balmaha, the first official check point.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Gerry Craig was there to welcome me as he helped insert my timing chip into some reader to have my time recorded. Chee Kong and Edmund then directed me to the car where Angela and Alexa were waiting. I was hungry and breakfast was minestrone soup and coffee. The minestrone soup prepared by Angela was absolutely delicious and that was something to look forward to at each check point. While having my breakfast, I saw Daniel Kershaw with quite a badly scratched shin. Apparently he fell pretty early at about 5 Miles or so after tripping over some rocks suspected to be laid out by the scouts there. Rethinking back, yes there were indeed some boy scouts back then and I even high-fived them. Shame on them! Refueled my water and also cashew nuts before I was chased off as I head towards Rowardennan next.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t9iUhlWg0c8/V4oNzvyBZtI/AAAAAAAAGh4/-8-1IOPHDPEhQyBqBuNJr_cAtUn1uNvZwCEw/s1600/13483352_1806984092863187_4537180281169579831_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t9iUhlWg0c8/V4oNzvyBZtI/AAAAAAAAGh4/-8-1IOPHDPEhQyBqBuNJr_cAtUn1uNvZwCEw/s400/13483352_1806984092863187_4537180281169579831_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>First hot meal since dinner yesterday. I was hungry.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><u><b>En route to Rowardennan at 26.65 Miles (42.64KM).</b></u></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It's going to be a while till I see my crew next as Rowardennan and next at Inversnaid like Drymen weren't official check-points and entry into there is pretty tough. Therefore, I informed the team that I do not expect to be seeing them unless they felt like trying their luck. And hence, Beinglas Farm located at 23.25 Miles (37.2KM) away from Balmaha is where I will see them next.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The restart of my adventure was along Loch Lomond. It started on the tarmac before heading towards the beach before entering some light trails. And most runners after having their breakfast was breaking wind like no tomorrow as the sound of "machine guns" sounded the beautiful peaceful morning! Honestly, I did not break ya!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NxPZXz0LDyE/V4oYBUOiIBI/AAAAAAAAGkw/Glv0rIMYEFQ3yvnuybyXDYvXGBMsep0PgCLcB/s1600/13495574_10153629125099149_7986626960818508197_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NxPZXz0LDyE/V4oYBUOiIBI/AAAAAAAAGkw/Glv0rIMYEFQ3yvnuybyXDYvXGBMsep0PgCLcB/s400/13495574_10153629125099149_7986626960818508197_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Running along Loch Lomond after leaving Balmaha.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was feeling strong after breakfast and started passing some runners. The weather got warm too as I took off my Exo Jacket and just carried on with my BV Sport base layer and Saucony Run Strong long sleeve top. With some cool breeze blowing, these 2 layers will do the trick as I continue with my run alongside the beautiful loch.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Certain sections started to become slightly technical as I went further ahead. Big rocks started to appear with some pretty huge tree roots and trunks blocking the path. However, as they weren't continuous, I tackled them pretty smoothly. Just tap and go and hold on to something when needed. It feels like an obstacle race and in fact, I was actually enjoying my moment here. Before the race, I was told that a certain section from here till Beinglas Farm will be rather technical with rocks and roots and hence I thought that this was it. Apparently I was wrong which I will further elaborate as I move on.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gAH_Y_yGGMU/V4nX016A9FI/AAAAAAAAGfU/t8kTsBud2BIHH8qgeGRvHC3F5H8Oq_tegCLcB/s1600/13517594_10153629127324149_7349268763033783998_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gAH_Y_yGGMU/V4nX016A9FI/AAAAAAAAGfU/t8kTsBud2BIHH8qgeGRvHC3F5H8Oq_tegCLcB/s400/13517594_10153629127324149_7349268763033783998_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Obstacles heading to Rowardennan along Loch Lomond. Was having fun but this is just the appetiser.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s4jdS2GlmmA/V4oZ7N5-EMI/AAAAAAAAGlE/aPFysEwvSggkwMt0aX2fVt0A9JU1tP3cQCLcB/s1600/13443212_10153629128224149_50131776612237758_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s4jdS2GlmmA/V4oZ7N5-EMI/AAAAAAAAGlE/aPFysEwvSggkwMt0aX2fVt0A9JU1tP3cQCLcB/s400/13443212_10153629128224149_50131776612237758_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>A gentler way along the loch.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As I was beginning to enjoy even more even though that the weather began to warm up, I soon spotted little black flying objects. It became more and more and some were seen sticking on my hands and clothes. It was the midges and this is my first encounter with these little blood suckers. I didn't know how bad could they get but apparently it got pretty bad as I continue on. There were just swarm and hordes of them and they kept coming. Each time I killed and swept them off my hand, another group will come and just stick there. And they were going for my head too, in fact everywhere from neck, lips, eyes, ears and nose, as long it's exposed. They are even going for my soft flask's valve and I can't drink from it. ARGHHH...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mobJKxYJIQc/V4scjYqRyOI/AAAAAAAAGms/XDHf9ZMNaJUinWxMO6C6xqn65RIgg0xUwCLcB/s1600/13443208_1175472289164613_8154276508855446265_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mobJKxYJIQc/V4scjYqRyOI/AAAAAAAAGms/XDHf9ZMNaJUinWxMO6C6xqn65RIgg0xUwCLcB/s400/13443208_1175472289164613_8154276508855446265_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The swarm of midges. Photo courtesy of Monument Photos.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KujiRSWJI1w/V4sc0IKvhsI/AAAAAAAAGmw/y1AZSe2ADhgusTpxYoil6S7QBgJ2T4sbACLcB/s1600/13490709_1175472232497952_1928257574372328063_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KujiRSWJI1w/V4sc0IKvhsI/AAAAAAAAGmw/y1AZSe2ADhgusTpxYoil6S7QBgJ2T4sbACLcB/s400/13490709_1175472232497952_1928257574372328063_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Midges sticking to the skin. Photo courtesy of Monument Photos.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GHVRyT-SQqE/V4nYP0EqjEI/AAAAAAAAGfg/SG-hr4nSdbUjxiIhIWaSRgF3aqCHHdNRQCLcB/s1600/13502709_10153629128399149_7843505092005144193_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GHVRyT-SQqE/V4nYP0EqjEI/AAAAAAAAGfg/SG-hr4nSdbUjxiIhIWaSRgF3aqCHHdNRQCLcB/s400/13502709_10153629128399149_7843505092005144193_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Midges on my soft flask.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Eventually, I exited the loch side and made my way to some open area and cross path with a fellow runner who was also struggling with the midges. Apparently, there weren't any other runners around us and that had been a while and hence we traveled together. Can't remember his name though but with his company, we soon arrived at Rowardennan which was swarmed by midges! Elapsed time was 5:36:21 hours. Still good!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-94y9DdvdgXQ/V4owoGT1SKI/AAAAAAAAGmE/vRaSsQ79dgMWT7H5PNMTFfKh8druCWciACLcB/s1600/13413614_10154267800664904_5101360878828759719_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-94y9DdvdgXQ/V4owoGT1SKI/AAAAAAAAGmE/vRaSsQ79dgMWT7H5PNMTFfKh8druCWciACLcB/s400/13413614_10154267800664904_5101360878828759719_n.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Here's how my team tracks my movement. Here seen I just arrived at Rowardennan.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The marshals and volunteer were stationed around a black hut or cottage, a very closed area and hence caused the heavy concentration of those blood suckers. A volunteer helped spray some <a href="https://www.smidgeup.com/">Smidges</a>&nbsp;on me before I clocked in and proceeding to collect my drop bag which was made available here and later Inversnaid. Packed my dried fruits and Snicker bars into my backpack and continue walking away from the place while opening my waffle. And instantly, my delicious waffle was attacked my midges and it became partially black! That spoil my appetite though I carefully remove them and take a bite before another swarm sticks on it. Talk about protein loading!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><u>En route to Inversnaid at 33.91 Miles (54.26KM).</u></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Next was to Inversnaid and still running by Loch Lomond. As the midges were out at full force some runners were seen running with head nets or even had heir face covered in balaclava which gave me an idea to open up my Buff to protect my exposed head. That did the trick and my upper head wasn't as irritated as before. I also attached some mosquito patch with lemon grass and eucalyptus essence to my top hoping it will help repel them a bit. But apparently, it didn't work.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was looking out for the junction that will bring me to the "low path" as per indicated by Ian in the race info. Apparently this is slightly longer in distance and a bit more technical. Soon, I spotted 2 volunteers at a junction directing runners down. Poor volunteers despite having full "body armor" had to be there till every runner had pass as that area was full of midges. Thanks guys!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The "low path" started well. A little more technical compared to the earlier Rowardennan but still run-able but these are just the appetiser. What made things tricky is actually the lower light conditions due to the very dense trees. I had my sunglasses on but if I were to remove them, my eyes will be attacked by the midges. Therefore I had to move carefully.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I successfully tackled the "low path" and was back at the main road for a moment before I was back at the trails by the loch where everything was still going well. By this time, I had already passed more than 7 runners and by the time I entered the woods again, a flight of stairs greeted me. It reminded me of Hong Kong 100 and I took a silly selfie of me as I made my climb. Managed to pass another runner in the process as the the space opened up and the view of Loch Lomond return again where I could see a white structure ahead. It's the Inversnaid Hotel where the check point is! And a magnificent waterfall welcomes the runners.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NCWeL2ET7Js/V4nYj2nR19I/AAAAAAAAGfo/QvMLu2qqdBoIKI1JWq0mc-igB9XdpvgxQCLcB/s1600/13483171_10153629127104149_5021722743287112282_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NCWeL2ET7Js/V4nYj2nR19I/AAAAAAAAGfo/QvMLu2qqdBoIKI1JWq0mc-igB9XdpvgxQCLcB/s400/13483171_10153629127104149_5021722743287112282_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>A silly selfie with the steps. So silly I can't hold my GoPro steadily.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9XBC41xmhDI/V4o3U5BBjHI/AAAAAAAAGmc/ZL6EEd2s94keiXKcv04Y1TNpSI8VYsc-wCLcB/s1600/GOPR4117_1466369986202_high.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9XBC41xmhDI/V4o3U5BBjHI/AAAAAAAAGmc/ZL6EEd2s94keiXKcv04Y1TNpSI8VYsc-wCLcB/s400/GOPR4117_1466369986202_high.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Waterfall at Inversnaid.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OylakJzurWA/V4nYvMvleUI/AAAAAAAAGfs/mEANW8ztKkQAE2ct3svDxtwFnAH0hU9yACLcB/s1600/13497537_10153629130284149_4567782659216231297_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OylakJzurWA/V4nYvMvleUI/AAAAAAAAGfs/mEANW8ztKkQAE2ct3svDxtwFnAH0hU9yACLcB/s400/13497537_10153629130284149_4567782659216231297_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Descending into Inversnaid. Check point behind the white Inversnaid Hotel.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The check point which was unofficial was manned by the kind people from mountain rescue and they had a giant industrial fan there which blew the midges away as runners sat in front of it. I took my drop bag and ate the waffle and Snickers bar. And before continuing, I made sure I sprayed myself with Smidges all over me again as I know the next sector to Beinglas Farm will be swarmed again! Onwards after a joke with the rescue team.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><u><b>En route to Beinglas Farm at 42 Miles (67.20KM). Cut-off 13.00PM</b></u></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Everything was normal when I started but boy, what lies ahead was probably the most difficult sector in the whole race route, in terms of terrain. This is where the game started and back then at Rowardennan was probably just the teaser. Super huge rocks with tree roots and trunks all over. And to make matters worse, it was narrow and wet with puddles of water and soft soil at various places. There is basically just almost no run-able path to go through. All reminds me of <a href="http://runnerzcircle.blogspot.my/2015/10/vietnam-mountain-marathon-2015.html">Vietnam Mountain Marathon</a> again! Only thing different is that if I slip, off goes me tumbling into the loch or smashing myself on some huge rock.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I ran when I can. I hike when I can't run. I walk and climb when I can't perform any of those. And things got really miserable when the swarm of midges came attacking as my pace slowed down. It was one of the most miserable running moment I ever experience and in my mind, I kept asking on how long more is this sector is going to take as I heard that this very technical part is about 2 to 3 Miles long "only". However, that "only" may take up to an hour for the normal runners like myself.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">With nothing much I can do and that cursing will not help, I just had to put one foot in front and to watch it hoping I don't slip or get them entangled between the rocks or tree roots. I was passed by a couple of runners who were more experienced but when the third runner came, we tackled it together and soon the sights of a few gates appeared and I remember from Patricia Carvalho's photograph, it was near the end.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And yes, I successfully exited into the open and the midges seems to almost disappeared as well. Legs took a bit of a beating but all is still fine as I continue on. The runner who &nbsp;was with me earlier had took off though as I slowly made my way. There was a climb ahead and the view of Loch Lomond seems to be coming to an end. And all in my mind was that Dario's View should be on top there. That boosted my pace and morale a little as I was really looking forward to it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I climb up the hill and as expected, I finally saw the wooden post engraved with the name <a href="https://westhighlandwayrace.org/history/">Dario Melagrani</a>. For those who are not aware, the late Dario was the previous race director for the West Highland Way Race. Otherwise known as "Mr. West Highland Way", Dario raced the route in the 90s before rescuing it from dying out. He held the helm of race director for a decade till the year 2009 where he sadly passed away due to a suspected heart attack during his run on 12 July at Lochnager, Aberdeenshire. And as my assumption, this post was erected here for this should be one of his favourite view of the the race route, if not Loch Lomond. Though I do not know him in person, I thank him sincerely for what he did and sacrifice for the West Highland Way Race in shaping to what it is today. Thank you Dario!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j_rfQRElf0g/V4nXXsByGRI/AAAAAAAAGfE/uWOcvXt3zcU9fgSEiyXsRq5l6eP-aE9xgCEw/s1600/13433314_10153629135099149_5062796288325381437_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j_rfQRElf0g/V4nXXsByGRI/AAAAAAAAGfE/uWOcvXt3zcU9fgSEiyXsRq5l6eP-aE9xgCEw/s400/13433314_10153629135099149_5062796288325381437_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>At Dario's View overlooking Loch Lomond.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The view was too beautiful not to stop for a photo. However, the moment I stop to take out my GoPro, the swarm of midges returned and attacked all over my head, my face to be exact. I know myself I wanted a photo badly here and with no choice, I bear with the irritation and horror, and took a few shots with the best smiling face I could make out of myself before I thank Dario again and zoomed off.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The remaining section was pretty easy. Single tracks, grassy area before some wooden planks was all that remained before the check point. However, less than a couple of miles before arriving there, I spotted a runner in trouble ahead and went over to give him a hand. He was trying to throw up but to no avail as I help to ease his back by rubbing it. It took a while but he eventually got better as I offered to accompany him till the check point. However, he thanked me and asked me to go ahead assuring that he will be all right. Taking his word for, I went ahead after seeing him run a little.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-deOY4FQ2xH0/V4oX08MzfgI/AAAAAAAAGko/Kt0zJA06kzIDlzeQNYV1NyNpGgK61borACLcB/s1600/13502646_10153629140089149_4911342275233460403_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-deOY4FQ2xH0/V4oX08MzfgI/AAAAAAAAGko/Kt0zJA06kzIDlzeQNYV1NyNpGgK61borACLcB/s400/13502646_10153629140089149_4911342275233460403_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Fellow runner in trouble ahead.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Eventually, I heard some sounds and the view opened up to some cottages and also the red and white tapes to guide the runners through. Cheers from supporters and marshals brighten up my mood and I kept a look out for my crew. And yes, after 23.25 Miles (37.2KM) since I was last with them, I saw them but I could not get to them as I need to have my time check-in which was 9:36:07 in total since I left Milngavie. And John Duncan was there to supervise as I told him that I just had the most miserable 8 Miles of my running career, referring to the very technical area and the midges.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7NB2CeS7eLg/V4oMHcVJMTI/AAAAAAAAGhM/HxmjoNRIItsUqxsjs7s6kyELltCwqCQmQCLcB/s1600/13498071_1806984956196434_7803848495202636799_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7NB2CeS7eLg/V4oMHcVJMTI/AAAAAAAAGhM/HxmjoNRIItsUqxsjs7s6kyELltCwqCQmQCLcB/s400/13498071_1806984956196434_7803848495202636799_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>No seat so had to kneel to have my coffee.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was looking forward to be having a seat after the beating back at the very technical part but instead, I was made to squat and kneel down to have my meal. The usual minestrone soup, coffee and a little dried fruits as I told them that I had enough of waffles. I unloaded some of my unwanted food and gears too to lighten my load before being chased off again. But that is before some power hugs from Angela, Alexa and Edmund. Chee Kong refuse to hug me though probably thinking I was full of midges!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PbKsb1FfY1E/V4oL2FXFkGI/AAAAAAAAGhE/nVIHAPGcdtwpRCfXKXlFcVpu0wnQWSK2gCLcB/s1600/13522692_1806984992863097_2814249788635234668_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PbKsb1FfY1E/V4oL2FXFkGI/AAAAAAAAGhE/nVIHAPGcdtwpRCfXKXlFcVpu0wnQWSK2gCLcB/s400/13522692_1806984992863097_2814249788635234668_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Power hug from Angela before resuming my run.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SBfiUyHWveA/V4oLpS_60XI/AAAAAAAAGhA/pAN2PZE5MTMYPCJiGEry2MuJrGH5YiOlACLcB/s1600/13483167_1806985029529760_8269690079697614569_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SBfiUyHWveA/V4oLpS_60XI/AAAAAAAAGhA/pAN2PZE5MTMYPCJiGEry2MuJrGH5YiOlACLcB/s400/13483167_1806985029529760_8269690079697614569_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>My look after Chee Kong refuse a power hug.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><u>En route to Auchtertyre at 51 Miles (80.13KM). Cut-off 16.30PM</u></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The next sector which will bring me to Auchtertyre Farm will be a familiar one, for at least 3 quarters of it as that was the area I covered a week ago during my recce. &nbsp;The first quarter will be unknown to me but I foresee a roller coaster ride for here starts the rolling hills and also the heat starts to rise. The plus sign was that the next few areas will be in open space with almost no midges at all. Only good view of the surrounding mountains!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I started well and was looking forward to the gate where I made my turn back to Tyndrum last week during my recce. I got there with minimal difficulties as I saw the climbs ahead. Everything was familiar from here as I thought of some strategies to tackle what lies ahead. The heat was rising and most local runners were seen strip down to their vests or tees. As for myself, I still had my long sleeve top on as the temperature was still abut 20C or so. That is considered cool for a tropical guy like me!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I shouldered on running when I can, and walking when I needed to recover. This went on pretty well till I felt a prick on my left foot and it got pretty irritating. Fearing that it may lead to a blister, I spotted a wooden log and took a seat there to remove my shoe. Apparently, the issue was not there but instead, there was a tiny thorn like debris that managed to get into my socks. Not sure how it got there, but I was glad I removed it early before any damage was done. I took the opportunity to rest up a bit as I munch down a jerky and hydrated myself while enjoying the beautiful view of Ben More. In the process, some runners passed me and one of them was John Munro who stopped for a chat before he slowly disappeared into the distance.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lGe5zDP8S3w/V4nZL-4mNVI/AAAAAAAAGf4/JWqDr2zaoXA3eVNhBG1GYYEap4C0wxKyACLcB/s1600/13490624_10153629140924149_3902014299524511678_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lGe5zDP8S3w/V4nZL-4mNVI/AAAAAAAAGf4/JWqDr2zaoXA3eVNhBG1GYYEap4C0wxKyACLcB/s400/13490624_10153629140924149_3902014299524511678_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Bumped into some mountain coos while chasing John.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Once ready, I continued on and had my eyes on a tiny yellow dot far ahead. It was John and I gave chase as I forgot to have "runfie" (new term for photo together while running) with him earlier! Hahaha... He was pretty fast and the only chance to close the gap is when the terrain started to climb. I lost when it starts to drop. This kept going till I hit the junction at Crianlarich crossing near Ewich where I bumped into a very joyous Donald Sandeman who was supporting and locating Norma Bone.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pJhiljd5deM/V4nWS-Lt-TI/AAAAAAAAGes/5Y2zBo1K3Wo8AOYDZAh0sqFJqZ6EryKJACLcB/s1600/13474966_10153629141919149_3304198823033989087_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pJhiljd5deM/V4nWS-Lt-TI/AAAAAAAAGes/5Y2zBo1K3Wo8AOYDZAh0sqFJqZ6EryKJACLcB/s400/13474966_10153629141919149_3304198823033989087_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>A cheerful smile from Donald Sandeman.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Was a little hungry as I took the opportunity to give my legs a rest and walk up the hill while I munch on a waffle. And while doing so, I passed a group of hikers who were resting on a very huge rock overlooking Ben More. They cheered me on as I thanked them and heard one of them said "Are you running or eating?". My reply was " I eat so that I can run!". Hehe...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Off I went again and I spotted the yellow runner again. I was near this time and eventually I managed to close my gap and finally managed a "runfie" with John as we ran together for a moment till eventually we arrived at our destination, Auchtertyre in 12:10:52 hours. Half the day gone, but I am halfway there.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UfWstDs7PRg/V4nWM57i22I/AAAAAAAAGeo/hteNf-E3QJ0snGxKGgPtRot1nMV5cC-8wCLcB/s1600/13497687_10153629142614149_2350687129713931015_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UfWstDs7PRg/V4nWM57i22I/AAAAAAAAGeo/hteNf-E3QJ0snGxKGgPtRot1nMV5cC-8wCLcB/s400/13497687_10153629142614149_2350687129713931015_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>A "runfie" with John at last.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Angela and Alexa was both waiting as I needed to weight myself and clock in my time. I lost a little more weight which was a good thing to them as per compared to gaining. I told them that I was hungry as I was directed to Alexa's car and finally, a seat! Although it was sunny with the afternoon sun out at full force, I had a good rest and a very simple but yet satisfying lunch of minestrone soup, cashew nuts and coffee. The whole area was like a picnic party and it was fun too especially I had David Meldrum hiding away and snapping photos from afar. I took the opportunity to charge my Suunto Ambit 3 as it was draining battery the fastest on the best accuracy setting. When I was ready to go again, Angela got herself ready too, with Alexa texting Chee Kong who was at The Real Food Cafe, Tyndrum having his meal with Edmund about 3 Miles away for ice lollies.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8Eh_EWuGJA/V4oSXJJSJfI/AAAAAAAAGjU/UhcQEmDrqdw7bfilrVGqdwlIqtZhb3EbQCLcB/s1600/13501713_10153608837110079_8189917327060928956_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8Eh_EWuGJA/V4oSXJJSJfI/AAAAAAAAGjU/UhcQEmDrqdw7bfilrVGqdwlIqtZhb3EbQCLcB/s400/13501713_10153608837110079_8189917327060928956_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Aucthtertyre with the view of the mountains at the background.</i></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d6lBb9lw17Y/V4oSQlKlisI/AAAAAAAAGjQ/CKQ7tUyp27ctKbZDce3kDFd14KXT0TjlQCLcB/s1600/13435484_10153608837305079_4474293086576358415_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d6lBb9lw17Y/V4oSQlKlisI/AAAAAAAAGjQ/CKQ7tUyp27ctKbZDce3kDFd14KXT0TjlQCLcB/s400/13435484_10153608837305079_4474293086576358415_n.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Happy to arrive at Auchtertyre as I was really hungry.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t-hFQ42tv44/V4oOh0cnxdI/AAAAAAAAGiI/HYfifHkXC6IomOGE4Q8Rs9xoXz8RbKOWACLcB/s1600/13529133_10206817312136935_9144038656557400336_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t-hFQ42tv44/V4oOh0cnxdI/AAAAAAAAGiI/HYfifHkXC6IomOGE4Q8Rs9xoXz8RbKOWACLcB/s400/13529133_10206817312136935_9144038656557400336_n.jpg" width="265" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Love this photo taken by David Meldrum of me relaxing and chilling&nbsp;</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>at Auchtertyre while having my lunch.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><u><b>En route to Bridge Of Orchy at 60 Miles (96.00KM). Cut-off 19.30PM</b></u></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The next sector is again very familiar to me as I had been running around it during my recent stay at Tyndrum. It was rather an easy sector but with the discomfort on my lower left shin, it make things a little difficult. Not sure where did the pain came from but apparently it was more significant during downhills.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qMdU8tx8sjc/V4nVvRNuFCI/AAAAAAAAGeU/4D1yUQTvEJ03t21mrRwyVTOeTq1QqAb_ACLcB/s1600/13502778_10153629143514149_235242459500063137_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qMdU8tx8sjc/V4nVvRNuFCI/AAAAAAAAGeU/4D1yUQTvEJ03t21mrRwyVTOeTq1QqAb_ACLcB/s400/13502778_10153629143514149_235242459500063137_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Running, walking, chatting and joking with Angela as we head to Tyndrum.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I exited Auchtertyre by walking a little with Angela before catching up with David Kiddell where we had some chat. Then I restarted my run and told Angela that I would like to use landmarks such as bushes or large rocks to determine the distance I will run and when to walk.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I had a nice run, walk and chat with Angela and eventually greeted a tree too which was smack at the middle of the path before arriving at the Pine Tree Caravan Park where campers were at their best cheering for runners! Next up was By The Way and I look forward to be seeing Kirsty which I did when she called out my name. Apparently, she spotted me via CCTV from the reception and came out. Was really nice of her and we did a little catch up and joked that I always visited Tyndrum on train and not by foot.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Eventually, I had to move on and bid farewell to Kirsty for the rest of my crew were waiting just ahead near the Green Welly Shop. But before crossing the street, Katie Hall was there as a support crew for her brother Jonny, and we did a little catch up for this amazing lass has been passing me down the peaks of Eildons for the past 2 years during the Three Peaks Ultra!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And just across the road, my ice lollies was waiting. I can't remember the flavour Chee Kong bought for me but it was indeed refreshing. Mei-Ee and Xi Ning was there too and after a while, I continued with my journey of another 8KM or so till the Bridge Of Orchy. Angela stayed back with Alexa after sending me off for a head start.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Everything went well at the start and that may have been caused by the ice popsicle. But about a quarter of the way through, my left shin started hurting again and I was reduced to walking on this rather easy sector. I was even caught walking by Chee Kong who was driving along the road adjacent to the run route just before hitting the railway's underpass. From here onwards, I tired to resume my run. Sometimes I could, sometimes I couldn't. But what most important is that I was putting a foot in front all the time and eventually managed to catch up with some other runners including David Kiddle who disappeared into the distance earlier.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OSXZa5L8J0o/V4oP0HAkOiI/AAAAAAAAGio/1bm-CEP6FGoJ0AO9wF8rSJHGMX6sv2HOACLcB/s1600/13502933_1806985199529743_4748505330689086642_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OSXZa5L8J0o/V4oP0HAkOiI/AAAAAAAAGio/1bm-CEP6FGoJ0AO9wF8rSJHGMX6sv2HOACLcB/s400/13502933_1806985199529743_4748505330689086642_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Zoomed in photo of me walking to Bridge Of Orchy from the main road by Chee Kong.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QFK8Jq_5lsQ/V4oQQwW0QgI/AAAAAAAAGiw/ziEeKm8JjJMGyZY07rtuNuXxrmz7ivPKQCLcB/s1600/13482898_1806985426196387_5810917875119938634_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QFK8Jq_5lsQ/V4oQQwW0QgI/AAAAAAAAGiw/ziEeKm8JjJMGyZY07rtuNuXxrmz7ivPKQCLcB/s400/13482898_1806985426196387_5810917875119938634_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The abandon little green wagon which means the Bridge Of Orchy is nearby.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was looking forward to the view of the abandon little green wagon on the right side as that will indicated that the Bridge Of Orchy is nearby. And soon it appeared and the first sight of the hotel across the road was beautiful one with supporters and marshals cheering for runners there. I knew there was drinking water tap there and took the opportunity to fill up my flask as the water was really cold. Also took time to wash the valve of any midges that may have been caught in between and indeed there was! Damn you midges, even when you are dead!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mURhKfZbiq8/V4nVmD3Mj-I/AAAAAAAAGeM/qmu5_aoEuicW0hb-VDciCsn0PWQPS8IkACLcB/s1600/13497578_10153629143774149_3723015991402344070_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mURhKfZbiq8/V4nVmD3Mj-I/AAAAAAAAGeM/qmu5_aoEuicW0hb-VDciCsn0PWQPS8IkACLcB/s400/13497578_10153629143774149_3723015991402344070_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>With John Kynaston, part of the organising committee at Bridge Of Orchy.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Once done, I made my way to the bridge where I bumped into John Kynaston. Had a chat with him before heading to the bridge where Angela and Alexa was waiting. Checked in with an elapsed time of 15:01:37 hours and took a breather by the bridge. The River Orchy was a little dry but it was still a nice sight with some supporters having their time there picnicking! But I had my own picnic with the ladies and took my time to take in some soup, extra strong coffee and also a change of socks. During the process of changing my socks, I gave my lower left shin a little massage and readjusted the position of my socks and laces. I think it did the trick as instant relief was felt.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-b6lKULvY/V4oQlFZVsaI/AAAAAAAAGi4/EPpbcJcsIZMSHdZaPNSq3ShEF80nyHBawCLcB/s1600/13482881_1806986039529659_1146516879860298535_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-b6lKULvY/V4oQlFZVsaI/AAAAAAAAGi4/EPpbcJcsIZMSHdZaPNSq3ShEF80nyHBawCLcB/s400/13482881_1806986039529659_1146516879860298535_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Not sure how long did the ladies waited for me cause when I arrived,&nbsp;</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Bridge Of Orchy was packed with people.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s5HU95tMda0/V4oQq2Dr99I/AAAAAAAAGi8/mPK343GyjRMHiGwsMMpJTLrqIyq55Y7ugCLcB/s1600/13502823_1806986006196329_94456088025650480_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s5HU95tMda0/V4oQq2Dr99I/AAAAAAAAGi8/mPK343GyjRMHiGwsMMpJTLrqIyq55Y7ugCLcB/s400/13502823_1806986006196329_94456088025650480_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>River Orchy during summer.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Another lengthy rest and just before leaving, I took my first small sip of Coke. Was nice to have something different though and a small sip will do just fine now just in case the sugar decided to mess up with my sensitive tummy. And now for the next sector, to Glencoe Ski Resort where the old military roads begins!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><u>En route to Glencoe Ski Resort at 71 Miles (113.60KM). Cut-off 0000AM</u></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Alexa decided to support me and I was really glad she did. Before leaving and while she was getting ready, Angela shared with me how good, in fact great a walker she was. And indeed she was as I quickly notice her walking skills immediately when we restarted my journey.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CM3nK8CObtU/V4nV5EN1o3I/AAAAAAAAGec/5thOykdQEc0O0xlkO_W9As26zQKCw93OACLcB/s1600/13502538_10153629144619149_5171771845990539902_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CM3nK8CObtU/V4nV5EN1o3I/AAAAAAAAGec/5thOykdQEc0O0xlkO_W9As26zQKCw93OACLcB/s400/13502538_10153629144619149_5171771845990539902_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>At Jelly Baby Hill with Alexa.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NEeu-48Wf6U/V4nWDtZtR4I/AAAAAAAAGek/t0M4OYJyTwEEz2ZM6Tybej-Cj-5ZJDuOwCLcB/s1600/13442715_10153629145149149_6502892008914601172_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NEeu-48Wf6U/V4nWDtZtR4I/AAAAAAAAGek/t0M4OYJyTwEEz2ZM6Tybej-Cj-5ZJDuOwCLcB/s400/13442715_10153629145149149_6502892008914601172_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Jelly babies!</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Climbing through some woods before arriving at the open area on top of the mountains heading towards Jelly Baby Hill. It was a nice spot and 2 really nice people was there, one playing the Star Wars theme using the harmonica or was it the bagpipe I think, and the other distributing jelly babies. I took one and it was really nice. Not too sweet but just enough to tickle the taste bud. The scenery was just stunning from the top there too as we overlook Loch Tulla and from there, we drop to Inveroran, a small village where Graham Kelly and Jonny Hall passed us.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tUB6BueAJzI/V4oTlZZLbCI/AAAAAAAAGjw/xG5VhJ5R1vEc5jMES7XWk9AJv_twbOC_ACLcB/s1600/13445407_10153608837380079_4805899722799290540_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tUB6BueAJzI/V4oTlZZLbCI/AAAAAAAAGjw/xG5VhJ5R1vEc5jMES7XWk9AJv_twbOC_ACLcB/s400/13445407_10153608837380079_4805899722799290540_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Descending into Inveroran.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ARj_dYom5fw/V4oTUJbgrbI/AAAAAAAAGjo/HuDS35eWg8IDyRfxP8Rsi3rnTUY410rFwCLcB/s1600/13428437_10153608837445079_573011198052609574_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ARj_dYom5fw/V4oTUJbgrbI/AAAAAAAAGjo/HuDS35eWg8IDyRfxP8Rsi3rnTUY410rFwCLcB/s400/13428437_10153608837445079_573011198052609574_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><i>Magnificent</i></span><i>&nbsp;view of beautiful Loch Tulla.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My race number came loose and I asked Alexa to continue on while I pin it back before I played catch up. Trust me, I was still fine here with my legs playing the part it should. But it will quickly change later when we re-enter the trail just shortly ahead. But during the process, I witness many locals having picnic out of no where in the middle of the highlands. They seem to be enjoying the summer or rather should I say life. How I wish life is like this back home.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Re-entering the trails, this sector which are of old military roads seems to feel like the longest! Plus knowing the rocks here are as huge as tennis balls, it was time for a game of "hurt". I knew this sector well for I ran it with Minty from the opposite direction last year and had a warning from him to actually used thicker padded shoes. Well, although the Saucony Peregrine 6 is of 1MM thicker than it's predecessor which I used during last year's run, but as this stage, my legs were already weaken as they had already gone through about 75 Miles and hence it will be painful in anyway. I tried to run walk by the side where the rocks were smaller and sometimes grassy. But I tend to lose my balance there and sometimes it can be just a short distance on it. Nevertheless I kept trying.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L4w4ADT_SvQ/V4oT13G9f5I/AAAAAAAAGj4/BxxtfILxTIA52VNGfGtGIbIV6idB7q0MQCLcB/s1600/13501718_10153608837625079_7940148678511215963_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L4w4ADT_SvQ/V4oT13G9f5I/AAAAAAAAGj4/BxxtfILxTIA52VNGfGtGIbIV6idB7q0MQCLcB/s400/13501718_10153608837625079_7940148678511215963_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The old military road.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I knew Minty was doing his "sweep'" from the opposite direction around this sector and I was looking forward to see him. And saw him I did when I saw a runner heading my way at the same spot I took his photo last year! Friendship are made on the West Highland Way and I don't think this is a coincidence to meet at the same place. It must have been fate, my friend! I stop for a little while to catch up with him but being tired and too engross in our chat, I forgot to take a photo with him before we departed. Argh...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Anyway, my mood started to swing later when my energy level dipped and my legs getting thrashed by the military road. It has been more than a day since I slept and I am starting to feel it. The scenery was still beautiful and I used that to keep myself motivated and going and at a point, I almost caught up to Graham and Jonny. But, that strength suddenly disappeared and I found myself to be in a very sorry state.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I told Alexa to move on. She has been a great support since the start. She didn't need to run, walk or accompany beside me. All she needed to do was to stay within a distance that I can see her whether ahead or behind and she did just that. She has been cheerful but sadly, I am the type that does't talk a lot. Sorry Alexa for this!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We bumped into Marc Cooper from Edinburgh later. It was his second race but he mentioned that it never gets easier. We journey together with Alexa leading the way. I have no idea how far are we till Glencoe as I tried looking for a big mountain on the left. That never came until we started climbing again! And from there, it was a mild drop and from afar, I saw the Black Rock Cottage where Ian (another Ian) dropped myself and Minty off last year. I knew we are getting near and told Marc that we should try to start running a little. And with Alexa shouting out to us that we are nearing it, that gave us a little jump start. And we ran and ran, and then we both arrived together at the Glencoe Ski Resort. Well done Marc as we gave each other a hug.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YO9WYgQQtWQ/V4oR7YKjz0I/AAAAAAAAGjM/Uz-DcNNTsz4Xe-PbpZtHBlRpsdQ96SPlACLcB/s1600/13442356_10153608838055079_2531833616744501672_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YO9WYgQQtWQ/V4oR7YKjz0I/AAAAAAAAGjM/Uz-DcNNTsz4Xe-PbpZtHBlRpsdQ96SPlACLcB/s400/13442356_10153608838055079_2531833616744501672_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>"Are we there yet?". The struggles of Frank and Marc.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31Vzc8ApBJg/V4oK3FTX0zI/AAAAAAAAGgo/76DeXBOgcDARV4FkGCToETlcKRWu2EY-gCLcB/s1600/13502996_1806987322862864_4506160157893925446_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31Vzc8ApBJg/V4oK3FTX0zI/AAAAAAAAGgo/76DeXBOgcDARV4FkGCToETlcKRWu2EY-gCLcB/s400/13502996_1806987322862864_4506160157893925446_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Arriving at Glencoe with Marc behind me.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was directed to the mountain rescue's vehicle to have my time clocked in which recorded an elapsed time of 18:26:38 hours. I was in a daze and of course both my legs were extremely sore as my entire crew directed me to where their vehicle was parked. I saw Chee Kong in his gear and knew he was going to support me for the next sector. However I took my time to rest up. I instantly gulp down a can of IrnBru as my taste bud needed something different from the regular coffee. Am not sure if I had the minestrone soup as my appetite was slowly getting rather poor.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZM1X9oJo8zQ/V4oNgmWrJdI/AAAAAAAAGh0/fVZrRPqB734H1RrTqkx_rnENxSHkl_yKgCLcB/s1600/13483033_1806987399529523_7971234375639219419_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZM1X9oJo8zQ/V4oNgmWrJdI/AAAAAAAAGh0/fVZrRPqB734H1RrTqkx_rnENxSHkl_yKgCLcB/s400/13483033_1806987399529523_7971234375639219419_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>A very dazed me being directed to the check point at Glencoe.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Angela spotted my #FTT bib flying around and was glad she did. I guess you wanted a breather and to enjoy the beautiful view of Glencoe. That is so you, Kew. But let's continue on the journey. I changed my socks and pack my Exo jacket on my backpack before resuming my journey to the next check point at Kinlochleven, some 10 MIles (16KM) away. But first, it was my date with the Devil next.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><u>En route to Kinlochleven at 81 Miles (129.60KM). Cut-off 0500AM</u></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Both my legs stiffen up during my rest at Glencoe due to the lactic acid building up from my inactivity there. But I didn't care that much at that time and knew that I can shake it off slowly by walking a little first before slowly running again. And that was what I did with Chee Kong who supported me for this sector.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Swy6h7rUgx8/V4oNUizGyNI/AAAAAAAAGhs/0p9ZwYQXXVQQy_NUR7ykCxI88otkg9vjwCLcB/s1600/13442694_1806987676196162_5035855934629851956_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Swy6h7rUgx8/V4oNUizGyNI/AAAAAAAAGhs/0p9ZwYQXXVQQy_NUR7ykCxI88otkg9vjwCLcB/s400/13442694_1806987676196162_5035855934629851956_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Slowly resuming my run after leaving Glencoe.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was in fact looking forward to this sector as I had the Devil's Staircase to tackle. Heard so much and saw many beautiful photos of it. But at this point of time, I can't say that I had the same feeling anymore. But main thing is to get there before sun sets and it kind of look realistic as I had plenty of buffer time. Made my way to Kingshouse almost missing a turn as there wasn't any indication to turn right. Even Chee Kong did not know but luckily, no damage was done as a kind local pointed us the correct way. Phew... Thanks.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gc-WaZ4_9C0/V4oM9-ij9TI/AAAAAAAAGhk/8Fy0vtWtHsIW7PMoMx1S4mT2esskknQSQCLcB/s1600/13483323_1806987879529475_2535966568699693838_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gc-WaZ4_9C0/V4oM9-ij9TI/AAAAAAAAGhk/8Fy0vtWtHsIW7PMoMx1S4mT2esskknQSQCLcB/s400/13483323_1806987879529475_2535966568699693838_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Tackling the rocky path before arriving at Devil's Staircase.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Continued on passing by some camping area at Kingshouse and that was where I slowly regained my running strength. There was a cool breeze and it felt good as I entered a small section of trails before exiting it to the magnificent view of the Devil's Staircase where the steepest climb of the race awaits! After about 3 Miles from Glencoe, I am finally here and a rainbow was shining on it. Beautiful!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BwG7MHxiU44/V4oKppDWHNI/AAAAAAAAGgk/Dnmin4ZOa64XahUG7c74pXdbou55zYIugCLcB/s1600/13498041_1806987972862799_4050013823621458078_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BwG7MHxiU44/V4oKppDWHNI/AAAAAAAAGgk/Dnmin4ZOa64XahUG7c74pXdbou55zYIugCLcB/s400/13498041_1806987972862799_4050013823621458078_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And the start to the Devil's Staircase begins.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The rest of my crew was waiting here to pass me my head torch. No refueling, but just a couple of power hugs and I started climbing. The view was great. The weather just right. Despite steep, the terrain wasn't exactly very technical. It wasn't as devilish as I expected. However, my legs refuse to cooperate and that was the main issue. And everything became very difficult from there.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S012JDZX0-g/V4ot4W0-GsI/AAAAAAAAGlg/17i0Hi_omPkK_zlsy7XpW-drYBlZNyV6QCLcB/s1600/13499916_10154670637840288_482242487_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S012JDZX0-g/V4ot4W0-GsI/AAAAAAAAGlg/17i0Hi_omPkK_zlsy7XpW-drYBlZNyV6QCLcB/s400/13499916_10154670637840288_482242487_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>View from the distance as I started my climb to that pointy top.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I pushed myself to make the climb but every time I look up, it kind of scare me as the distance look pretty far and high up as I could see other fellow runners up there. But Chee Kong assured me that it was just an "illusion" and with my current pace, it should be over in a while. I took his word and climb and climb taking short breaks in between to catch my breath and also to enjoy the scenery. I could see Glencoe from where I came from. And mid way during my climb, a local was seen out of nowhere enjoying his snacks and beer! I was like, "The things locals do here!".<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nGzk6hn9z90/V4oPl9N307I/AAAAAAAAGig/Nbd25qVpw2wg6wzbBe1Q9YEsCHti9jDtQCLcB/s1600/13497971_1806988052862791_3918943422303037908_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nGzk6hn9z90/V4oPl9N307I/AAAAAAAAGig/Nbd25qVpw2wg6wzbBe1Q9YEsCHti9jDtQCLcB/s400/13497971_1806988052862791_3918943422303037908_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Halfway and enjoying the view.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Fast forwarding, I eventually made my way to the top. A few pile of rocks indicated the top as I took the opportunity to have a couple of photos with it before starting the descent. And If I thought the ascent was tough, going the opposite way was even tougher, especially with the condition of both legs like jelly babies!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vX3zx3ItZcI/V4oMnT30TzI/AAAAAAAAGhc/zcFddQK1Ilo0vldXoy4mO7LIfn21HChIACLcB/s1600/13517524_1806988116196118_8635277252521926429_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vX3zx3ItZcI/V4oMnT30TzI/AAAAAAAAGhc/zcFddQK1Ilo0vldXoy4mO7LIfn21HChIACLcB/s400/13517524_1806988116196118_8635277252521926429_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>At the top of Devil's Staircase.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was still running despite the baby steps. But all in my mind was that even baby steps will eventually move me forward and nearer to the finish at Fort William. Some faster runners began to pass me. Again, I didn't care. I ran when I can, and walk when I can't as I await the view of the giant water pipes to appear, as that was what I saw in the photos of Kinlochleven.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The mountain views were no doubt really beautiful and from afar, I could see a town and a giant loch. Chee Kong mentioned that we are heading to that town but what stands between me and there was the endless climbs. And I kept getting the message from Chee Kong that we are almost at the end of climb, which apparently wasn't. But eventually, I got to the top before the sun began to show signs of setting.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The drop into Kinlochleven was actually run-able if only my legs were in better conditions. It was really a demotivating journey as the trails were winding and never ending. And it didn't help much when I found out that the view of a small town from afar earlier wasn't the town I was heading to. But with each foot in front, I eventually saw the giant pipes and I felt more relieve knowing the check point is nearing.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zoPAzQyzihs/V4oPNhnWzeI/AAAAAAAAGic/Kip2Y01tJS88NQkaDR-DktTNA-dEP7oYACLcB/s1600/13458692_1806988276196102_5570583745293528494_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zoPAzQyzihs/V4oPNhnWzeI/AAAAAAAAGic/Kip2Y01tJS88NQkaDR-DktTNA-dEP7oYACLcB/s400/13458692_1806988276196102_5570583745293528494_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Rushing into Kinlochleven before darkness takes over.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Eventually, we got to River Leven and entered the town. However, no runners were in sight as it was all quiet except for the presence of midges. Not a lot but enough to irritate. I continued running and eventually saw some signages especially the fish and chips restaurant which I knew from the photos I've seen. And yes, the check point finally appeared in the form of the Kinlochleven Primary School. This is the final official check point and there will not be any more cut-off time except for the finish. In other words, I am save unless my body breaks down.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was welcomed by my crew and the volunteers as I registered my elapsed time of 21:47:56 hours before taking a seat at the very comfortable soft sofa. Despite thrashed, I was still able to joke a bit. Appetite was gone but I forced a little minestrone soup and coffee into me before I found that the grapes actually works. I started munching on them. One after another, I ate like I've not eaten for days. It's probably the sweetness and the change of something else that may have triggered my taste bud for it. I guess that was a good sign but also at the same time overdoing on it a little as my stomach got a little heavy from it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QmVpe5tpgug/V4oO-w2fSyI/AAAAAAAAGiU/Vl-8ZNzl8SAJ5CSW5NHMKV-mYfNLGEllACLcB/s1600/13475186_1806988319529431_3764941753707378961_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QmVpe5tpgug/V4oO-w2fSyI/AAAAAAAAGiU/Vl-8ZNzl8SAJ5CSW5NHMKV-mYfNLGEllACLcB/s400/13475186_1806988319529431_3764941753707378961_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>First time running with a head net. Looks silly but necessary to keep the midges away!</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was ready to go after about a 20 minutes or so rest. But before that, Angela borrowed me her head net for the midges was out at full force again. Once done, myself and Chee Kong left the school and onward to Lundavra for Lairigmor awaits in between.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><u><br /></u></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><u>En route to Lundavra at 88.29 Miles (141.26KM).</u></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Located some 7 Miles (10.2KM) away from Kinlochleven, it doesn't sound very far away. However, this will involve the second steepest climb of the race and that was something I was not looking forward to, at the condition I was at that time.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Like Glencoe, we started easy on the roads with our head torch lighting the way. And on our way out, I was surprised to see Graham Kelly coming in with his runner Jonny Hall. I assume he must have taken a long break back somewhere as he was running strong ahead of me earlier. Some cheers from each of us before we continued on.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I could see the midges flying around me but with the head net, it kept them out and away from my face and head. Soon, Chee Kong spotted the turning back into the trails and yes, the climb started immediately. It reminded me of the Silvermine at the Vietnam Mountain Marathon. Big rocks, big steps and big tree roots. These are the elements that tested both the mental and physical strength of a runner who had gone through some 81 Miles (130KM) of running. And for me, this is my second night out on the trails and highlands, and it has been more than 36 hours since I woke up. No doubt I was drowsy.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I needed to get this over with and like Devil Staircase, I took one step at a time and also short rest breaks in between. There were no other runners ahead or behind us as it was pitch black in there except for the lights emitted from out head torch. The weather was manageable though I already had my jacket on since starting this sector as I did not want to risk it as the forecast did mention rain.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After all the climbing, I arrived at the top with not only a weaken leg, but both body and mind too. It was an open area and I could see the long miserable straight. It was Lairigmor and the name certainly lives up for sounding like Mordor from Lord of the Rings. The sound from River Kiachnish can be heard from the left side. The old military road here was pretty similar to Glencoe with big rocks except that it was wet at certain parts with water puddles and mud around. I failed to spot one and my right foot ended up in the mud. No point sulking, I was pretty confident it will dry up pretty quickly considering the superior ventilation of the Saucony Peregrine 6 and also the Drymax socks I had on.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Feeling miserable along the long straight, like the journey to Kinlochleven, Lundavra seem to be very far away. It was all quiet and dark and all I hope was just to catch a glimpse of light to indicate that I was getting near at least to the mountain rescue team where Patricia Carvalho will be at. But the only light I saw was coming from behind as 2 runners caught up.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Fast forwarding ahead, finally the light I was looking forward to finally appeared. It was the mountain rescue team made up of Patricia and a gentleman name Jeff Smith. I took a seat and called out her name to confirm if it was her as she was wearing a head net. She acknowledged and asked who I was before I joked with her for not kicking me on my butt to chase me away, a joke we made on Facebook.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">There was some sugary drinks served and I took a cup of a fizzy drink call Tropical Mix which tasted weird. Did not finish it though and opt to go for the jelly babies which Patricia had before Jeff passed me a pack of Capri-Sun blackcurrant juice which was better. Asked if the Lundavra was still far, both of them replied that it was about half a mile away which I was glad to hear.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After about 10 minutes, I bid farewell and continued on looking forward to that half a mile. However, it was't the case as it definitely felt more than a mile away. I finally saw some lights but it quickly disappeared as the terrain was rolling a little. But eventually, I heard loud musics with a huge bonfire ahead. The volunteers there were partying but I was in no mood as I need to take a short nap which I've informed Chee Kong earlier. And with that, I removed my backpack with someone's help and just entered the front seat of the Toyota Varso and just laid there.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><u>En route to Fort William at 95.28 Miles (152.45KM). Cut-off 12.00PM</u></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A much needed 10 minutes power nap became 20 minutes. I know I was knocked out pretty instantly upon getting into the car till I did not hear the singing and music from the bonfire. It was after all about 36 hours since I woke up. The next thing I knew was that I heard Chee Kong's voice saying "Frank, it's time to go. Let's get this done with!". And then, I had Angela and Alexa helping me out of the vehicle, and Edmund helping me put on my hydration pack. What an awesome crew I had!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was feeling rather drowsy and moving was rather difficult especially in the dark. But with the help of Angela and Alexa supporting me from both sides, I took my first step at about 2.30AM towards the next climb. Yes, we needed to climb a little to exit Lundavra and during the process, some kind locals were asking abut my conditions. Both ladies assured that I was fine and what I needed was just to warm up a little to restart. Shivering a little, slowly but surely, I regained my strength as Angela took the lead "opening" up the path ahead with some assistance from my head torch at full power.. Alexa was still supporting me from the side just in case I take a tumble due to the lost rocks.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">With some strength and alertness regained, I slowly walk on my own which was the best option at that time as the trails soon became narrower. Alexa was still keeping an eye on me from the spaces she could find though. I took a few stops as I felt like throwing up. At that time, I did not know the reason causing the bloating,but upon thinking back now, I am going to point my finger to the Tropical Mix drink I had at Lairigmor which was not only weird tasting and fizzy. I didn't throw up though and soon the forest started to open up with the sky showing signs of dawn. And that was the moment I saw moving lights up at one of the mountains ahead. I asked Angela if I needed to climb that and was glad the answer was no. And from there I found out the identity of the mountain, it was the UK's biggest "boy", Ben Nevis.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As I continued on, one of my most feared nightmare came true. My tummy started acting up. I tried to hold on, at least by getting myself to the main road where I hope there will be a public toilet. But no, it became rather uncomfortable and I knew I had to go soon. Feeling rather embarrass, I asked the ladies if there had tissues with them as I only had wet wipes which isn't very good for the environment. Sadly, they didn't have it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I held on till we exited the woods, a point where trees were all cut down. A couple of runners passed us and they too did not have any tissues with them. And upon exiting the trails, I knew it was time to go, to let go that is. I found a spot slightly away from the race route and made my deposite before the swarm of midges started attacking me. It was rather an awkward moment to do it in the bushes, but I just had to. And I hope there will not be another time. Please tummy!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NCsZvVbC_As/V4oS22VIJhI/AAAAAAAAGjc/HX-dGZuxpOYhkIBW1qHtuJHqV8SC-IUvQCLcB/s1600/13511025_10153608838105079_555265474910534596_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NCsZvVbC_As/V4oS22VIJhI/AAAAAAAAGjc/HX-dGZuxpOYhkIBW1qHtuJHqV8SC-IUvQCLcB/s400/13511025_10153608838105079_555265474910534596_n.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>A zombified me.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Before restarting, both ladies help me put on the head net for midges are swarming in again. It was the break of dawn after all and those little fellas are out to play again. Just need to get ourselves to more open space and they should not be following us. The next sector which was a winding road down to Glen Nevis was about 3 Miles long I think, and I knew it will lead to the Braveheart car park at the end of it. And since the start from Lundavra, I have been walking with Ben Nevis overlooking all 3 of us. I am in no hurry and probably no mood to run too. A foot forward will bring me to the finish.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z-jDoNW1q0I/V4oTDbYyCDI/AAAAAAAAGjk/IYdPhHWN2C4p9k63IA8MzJDTr4c-kKNxQCLcB/s1600/13428414_10153608838205079_7125295286281372931_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z-jDoNW1q0I/V4oTDbYyCDI/AAAAAAAAGjk/IYdPhHWN2C4p9k63IA8MzJDTr4c-kKNxQCLcB/s400/13428414_10153608838205079_7125295286281372931_n.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>This way to the finish.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Space soon opened up as we slowly made our descent and the midges disappeared from our sights. Good time to remove the head net too as the fresh air welcomes us. Alexa asked if I was ready to run but I replied that this isn't the time. But instead, I shall do it upon arriving at the main road. And soon after winding through the roads, we finally arrived at the Braveheart car park and Angela introduced to me the climb which leads to the Devil o' The Highlands finishing point. We were lucky that it wasn't part of this race route though.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><u>The finish at Lochaber Leisure Centre...</u></b>&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The last mile along the main road to Lochaber Leisure Centre feels like the longest mile. I continued walking till the sights of houses came into view as I knew from there, the roundabout will be near. I started my run with both ladies ahead of me. Crossing the road at the roundabout, soon the finish came into view. I controlled my emotions as I inch closer to it. I know at that time that my task is completed. The long and tough one, the victory at the West Highland Way Race is just upon me as Edmund, Noanie, John Duncan and a few other more volunteers were there to welcome me "home". Angela and Alexa led the way as I crossed the finish gantry in position 108 out of 198 starters with a total time of <b><span style="color: red;">28:13:20</span></b> hours with my hands held high! I did it as my hunt for the goblet comes to an end. My simple but yet historic finish for my personal self as everything running comes full circle now.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0E9gn-RDlw4/V4nZ93p3huI/AAAAAAAAGgM/fgsQtKGxwp0h2HeaH7wU4B5rQJlVdCfxQCLcB/s1600/13497591_10153629491669149_5962770322188548744_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="310" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0E9gn-RDlw4/V4nZ93p3huI/AAAAAAAAGgM/fgsQtKGxwp0h2HeaH7wU4B5rQJlVdCfxQCLcB/s400/13497591_10153629491669149_5962770322188548744_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>My split times for each official sector. My Suunto moves on this <a href="http://www.movescount.com/moves/move110423646">LINK</a>.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">There was no blue door at the Lochaber Leisure Centre. They must have either repainted or changed it for now it is grey in colour. But that did not stop me from touching it which I did before dragging myself into the premises to have myself weight. I lost a total of 3.8KG where my finishing body weight was at 50KG on the spot. "Ungeared" myself and took a seat where I instantly was knocked off again.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RBQtvEk2RGU/V4oKSmiofvI/AAAAAAAAGgg/2sYquq24G1MHQuX0ansuz0968CrCKGk8gCLcB/s1600/13423865_10154270462884904_3826571851769375103_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RBQtvEk2RGU/V4oKSmiofvI/AAAAAAAAGgg/2sYquq24G1MHQuX0ansuz0968CrCKGk8gCLcB/s400/13423865_10154270462884904_3826571851769375103_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>"Cockerel" hairstyle upon completing the race.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kWL49dwCMV8/V4nVFInBFmI/AAAAAAAAGd4/_gq2RsE8svwUaQM8g62eaPPhxeWQm2fVwCLcB/s1600/13490599_10153629270559149_506890675453310973_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kWL49dwCMV8/V4nVFInBFmI/AAAAAAAAGd4/_gq2RsE8svwUaQM8g62eaPPhxeWQm2fVwCLcB/s400/13490599_10153629270559149_506890675453310973_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Upon waking up, Chee Kong has already arrived as he brought me my luggage. Took out my fresh clothing and proceeded to have my well deserved shower. Had trouble taking and putting back my cloths though and things took a while. Everything was fine till I exited the shower room where I felt dizzy. Managed to quickly take a group photo with my crew before Angela and Alexa made their way into their camper van for a well deserved rest. Then the dizziness got into me. I asked for a flavoured drink preferably a hot beverage but none came until I got myself to the car where Edmund passed me a bottle of Lucozade. It was better than nothing and that did the trick. I guess my sugar level dip below the critical level at that time coupled with long hours of staying awake. Dropped Edmund at the nearby bus station as he needed to head back to Aberdeen before we head off to Chee Kong's hotel at Travelodge where we rested for a couple of hours before heading off for the award ceremony.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><u><b>Goblet presentation</b></u></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Nevis Center was the venue where the goblet is presented to each of the finishers. It was schedule to start at 12PM and I arrived on time meeting runners and other amazing people there as we congratulated each other.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vxLsuJZj6pA/V4nVQOSHkrI/AAAAAAAAGeA/7gMW7uqlOOINPWEOYEW08VHykjZ_z_iYwCLcB/s1600/13497889_10153629270874149_855616586322172929_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vxLsuJZj6pA/V4nVQOSHkrI/AAAAAAAAGeA/7gMW7uqlOOINPWEOYEW08VHykjZ_z_iYwCLcB/s400/13497889_10153629270874149_855616586322172929_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Ian Beattie acknowledging the WHW family during the goblet presentation.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The West Highland Way Race goblet presentation was a special and emotional one. The 2016 Race Director, Ian Beattie addressed the crowd with Sean giving out the goblets. First to complete the race was the amazing local hero James Stewart who completed the grueling 95 Miles in 15:15:59 hours. Finally, my turn at 108 came as I made my way down to be handed my goblet from Sean with a message from him, "Do take care of this well deserved goblet. Congratulations!". I went to thank Ian and Sandra too, for the opportunity given before heading back to my seat to enjoy the rest of the presentation to the rest of the runners.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ik7faPMYUQQ/V4oMUgPvrTI/AAAAAAAAGhU/2SO7GE22j48KF3OJweCCKu3_mwkWCT0cACLcB/s1600/13503093_1807338959494367_1826924761598747360_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="263" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ik7faPMYUQQ/V4oMUgPvrTI/AAAAAAAAGhU/2SO7GE22j48KF3OJweCCKu3_mwkWCT0cACLcB/s400/13503093_1807338959494367_1826924761598747360_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><i>Receiving</i></span><i>&nbsp;my goblet from Sean.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W9b-d_HgK9Y/V4nZs7Nww0I/AAAAAAAAGgE/5vQrmUuW_Lodbg6I1roD71a0mqtL_Q2EgCLcB/s1600/13502768_10153629487684149_3231662678906293413_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W9b-d_HgK9Y/V4nZs7Nww0I/AAAAAAAAGgE/5vQrmUuW_Lodbg6I1roD71a0mqtL_Q2EgCLcB/s400/13502768_10153629487684149_3231662678906293413_o.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The West Highland Way Race goblet.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mgfMRAr7V5A/V4otLXWHXdI/AAAAAAAAGlU/NAP1JLkjPiEZlEMN0d7JR_3fgD9egAtsQCLcB/s1600/WHW%2BPresentation%2B-%2B%2BFrank%2BChong.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="147" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mgfMRAr7V5A/V4otLXWHXdI/AAAAAAAAGlU/NAP1JLkjPiEZlEMN0d7JR_3fgD9egAtsQCLcB/s400/WHW%2BPresentation%2B-%2B%2BFrank%2BChong.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I did it!</i></div><br />There were some teary moments as all 159 goblets were handed out especially to Rob Reid, Norma Bone and Adrian Stott who ran into the history books. And it's all these that makes the moments exceptionally special. And when the presentation is over, I was reunited with Angela and Alexa again before proceeding for a well deserved lunch at Brewer's Fayre located just behind the center with John Duncan and Noanie. Chee Kong and family joined in later. Lunch was pretty bland for me as I had salmon salad probably due to my taste bud which has gone a little haywire. But company was good as I found out more on what had happened behind the scenes of the race.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h9XQtb6Ylv4/V4nU6hdZqxI/AAAAAAAAGd0/tPvZ5NL4JtAFVHpNsV_br90olV8FjN7qgCLcB/s1600/13443120_10153629271694149_7853924965087341274_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h9XQtb6Ylv4/V4nU6hdZqxI/AAAAAAAAGd0/tPvZ5NL4JtAFVHpNsV_br90olV8FjN7qgCLcB/s400/13443120_10153629271694149_7853924965087341274_o.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Alexa and Angela who supported by me from the start till the finish without complaining.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gC9Df2gPZ_w/V4nU0zmIZKI/AAAAAAAAGdw/8FNmEN5ml0IUVRMQNERujiGNo-56hn4cQCLcB/s1600/13502648_10153629272239149_8489582582662500383_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gC9Df2gPZ_w/V4nU0zmIZKI/AAAAAAAAGdw/8FNmEN5ml0IUVRMQNERujiGNo-56hn4cQCLcB/s400/13502648_10153629272239149_8489582582662500383_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Lunch with good company.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After lunch, it was back to reality as I parted ways with Angela and Alexa who are making their way back to Glencoe for Alexa's car is still parked there. Both of them are driving home to Glasgow and Edinburgh respectively and I thank them from the bottom of my heart for coming all the way and sacrificing their weekend for doing this. Myself, I proceeded to check into Guisachan Guest House for the night at Fort William.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BT-Ns70cDYA/V4seEdSTCrI/AAAAAAAAGnA/wTDmZFJ-U1AHmYcp3ea56v4esolQVSYYwCLcB/s1600/20160620_082022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BT-Ns70cDYA/V4seEdSTCrI/AAAAAAAAGnA/wTDmZFJ-U1AHmYcp3ea56v4esolQVSYYwCLcB/s400/20160620_082022.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>My poor forehead with midges bites all over.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After unpacking a little and another round of shower, I was instantly knocked out again only to wake up to a very sore body. Legs were fine though. Woke up at about 7PM which was the time the post run gathering and party started at the Great Glen. However, due to my condition where I had difficulties dragging myself out of bed due to a very "heavy" upper body and with the rain pouring down, it makes things rather difficult or close to impossible for me to drag myself alone about a mile to the venue. Feeling very sad and disappointed about it that I can't join my fellow runners and friends there for at least my first time, I had to accept the fact and sob alone in my room.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Eating and drinking was important after a long tough race like this. Was glad I found a bunch of bananas in my bag left behind by my crew and munched a couple down with a packet of leftover cranberries. And not forgetting a yummy cup of instant hot chocolate courtesy from Alexa. Yes, that was my second "proper" meal after the race which I had to accept at that point of time. And with that, it was some personal time to myself before calling it a night.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><u>Highland lessons...</u></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Looking back at the West Highland Way Race, I've gained new experience and also learn new things that for sch races that involves remotes area, various important things need to be taken seriously.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">- The importance of the support crew. I am glad I was blessed with an amazing team of support crew. I went into the race not knowing what to expect as this is my first race with a crew. But with some last minute planning, though far from perfect, various task were assigned and that also my crew was flexible and fast thinking to adjust to their role based on the conditions. And with that, I am grateful.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">- Do not save on gears and that includes the support vehicle. I prepared my race gear well, in fact buying more than enough things that I don't even know if I will be using or needing it. But I guess, it's better to be safe rather than sorry at a race course with unpredictable weather and country that I am not familiar with. But with all the careful gear planning, still a mistake was made a few days before with the decision to rent the smaller Vauxhall Zafira which was instead given a Toyota Varso. Not only it gave me the runner, gear placement issues, it also gave a headache to my crew as the guys and ladies had to split up into 2 vehicles as there was just insufficient space. Am really sorry about this especially to Angela and Alexa.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">- Be committed to the race and train for it. The West Highland Way Race is indeed a tough race. With all the elements of rocks, super huge rocks, tree trunks, mud, military roads, mountains, midges, long hours and many more to test the human mental and physical strength, it's a race not to be taken granted of. I believe I trained well for it especially with the help of the Comrades training. However, if I were to identify the one thing that brought me down was my ability to stay awake which had been my Achilles heel during my long hours race. Not only it will cause me drowsiness, it also will slowly shuts down my body which was the reason I felt miserable from Glencoe onward.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">- Be a roller coaster! Being a mountain trail race, obviously there will be ups and downs. I never had doubts on my uphill capabilities and hence paid a little more attention on my downhill running during my training. However, knowing that I can't do much with just 6 months of training, I had to be realistic in tackling it carefully despite improving a little on the downhill department. And yes, do not forget on the resistance training. In fact, you just got to train the whole body.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">- Eating and drinking. Another one of my issue, I don't eat or drink very well during races for fears of tummy issues. But in this race, I ate and drank pretty well at least till Glencoe before I started losing my appetite. I am glad my crew constantly asked me to eat and drink. Although the minestrone soup was awesome, I guess variety especially during the second half of the race is important as the taste bud would have change. I am glad the ladies noticed it for ice lollies, Cola, Irnbru and later grapes came into the picture.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">- This isn't a joke but the art to hold and poop in the open bushes requires some attention. Long hours out there, the digestive system especially those weak like mine will require some "flushing". Be ready with some toilet paper and also the necessity to do it in the open. I learnt it the hard way but it's just part of the learning process. And I wonder, despite many years, my gut is still pretty weak</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">- And finally, RESPECT! Like Comrades and all other races, the West Highland Way whether the race or hike through it requires much respect. The undulating race course with the unpredictable weather and of course the swarm of midges, mother nature has it's own plans for the runners who are out there to tackle it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><u>Aftermath...</u></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I returned to Aberdeen the next day after a hearty breakfast. A stop over at Aviemore but as I got a little car sick during the journey, I skipped my meal till arriving back. And that basically wraps up my adventure as the next one week was all rest and easy with some walk to Aberdeen town as per my usual regime there. Only this time, I had my first Scottish cinema experience catching Independence Day: Resurgence. Hehe...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jT2G9ubDJ8g/V4oueg2ryYI/AAAAAAAAGls/Yn3D_rHssQsCn4qnZueZueDF2CVatJ_AQCLcB/s1600/20160620_085033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jT2G9ubDJ8g/V4oueg2ryYI/AAAAAAAAGls/Yn3D_rHssQsCn4qnZueZueDF2CVatJ_AQCLcB/s400/20160620_085033.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Breakfast before leaving Fort William. First proper meal that I can taste after the race.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">With my dream in completing the West Highland Way Race fulfilled which marks a closure to what I needed to do and run in my running career, I look forward to some rest and personal time before rethinking again on what lies ahead. But in my journey to here today and my success at the highlands, I would like to thank the following people who have helped me achieved this victory.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">- My support crew of Angela, Alexa, Edmund and Chee Kong for agreeing to be part of my team and sacrificing their weekends in helping me out through my run at the West Highland Way Race. And if I ever return to hunt for my second goblet, I will definitely be "hiring" this team again.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">- My parents for their sacrifices as I trained through the long hours. And also not forgetting my pooch, Bailey the Westie for spending less time with. Will spend more time with you after these.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">- Susanah or all the morale and motivational support. And not forgetting the "secret nutrition pack".</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">- Ian Beattie, Sandra Beattie, John Kynaston, Sean, Gerry Craig and the rest of the organising committee including the marshals, volunteers, medics and mountain rescue of the West Highland Way Race for making this race possible.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">- Ian Minty and Kirsty Burnett for the advises given and also the friendship that was made on the highlands.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">- All my Scottish friends and the WHW family including the runners, marshals and volunteers. John Munro, Helen Munro, Noanie, John Duncan, Amanda Hamilton, Clark Hamilton, James Stewart, Jonny Hall, Katie Hall, Graham Kelly, Norma Bone, Rob Reid, Adrian Stott, Donald Sandeman, Elaine Sandeman, Marc Cooper, Alan Stewart, Fiona Rennie, David Scott, Jeni Rees, Ruth Howie, Daniel Kershaw, Derek Fish, David Kiddell, David Meldrum, Stuart Macfarlane, Tina Mcleod, Chris Paton, Yi Zhang, Patricia Carvalho, Jeff Smith, Ross Lawrie, Ross Leslie, Lorna Maclean, Mike Adams, Catriona Adams, John Sneddon and many more that I've met and bumped into across the past 20 months. Thank you for making me feel Scottish and for the friendship across the continents.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">- Yan Leng, Piew, Choon Yuen, Selin and Yee Hoo for the company during the weekends when we took to the trails of FRIM and the slopes of Genting Sempah.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">- My friends at Cancer Research Malaysia especially Professor Dr. Teo and Sook Yee for understanding my situation this year but still rooting and supporting on my runs.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">- My sponsor Saucony Malaysia, South Africa and Scotland for the gears and most importantly trust and morale support given through the years. It has been an honour to train and race under your brand.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">- The rest of my relatives, friends and training group for helping me make this happen. You know who you are for no names are going to be mentioned!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">- And to those who had been watching me from above. This is for you all!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">10 years ago, I started my career as a runner when I took the initiative to enter the marathon. There were may ups and downs, but I remained injury free. From fun to charity runs, 10KMs to marathons, and moving forward to ultra marathons followed by the Comrades Marathon. And 10 years later, I successfully completed the West Highland Way Race, my final to do race. I am just humbled to be given this chance to be running, travelling and meeting great friends along the way while having fun. No doubt, running has brought out the better of me, but what is most important is that running has helped me deliver the message that there is always hope when the going gets tough and that light is always at the end of the tunnel, as I experienced it my very ownself as a cancer survivor turned runner. And as I take a step back now, I will sit back and enjoy myself while I recap on my journey back then to present time as there are just too many precious moments to go through. What lies ahead for me, I do not know. But one thing I know for sure. My role as a runner and my mission as a cancer survivor remains the same. And here's to the future. Cheers to you all! Thank you.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bcW12FbylVw/V4nZkbSFxjI/AAAAAAAAGgA/Ga5F2m6rJbUcxGZJnlZK2cEFY4w-Gxy-QCLcB/s1600/13458797_10153635372444149_1850169991950947223_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bcW12FbylVw/V4nZkbSFxjI/AAAAAAAAGgA/Ga5F2m6rJbUcxGZJnlZK2cEFY4w-Gxy-QCLcB/s400/13458797_10153635372444149_1850169991950947223_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>2 races that have my utmost respect.&nbsp;</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Comrades Marathon 2016 followed by West Highland Way Race 2016. All done in 3 weeks.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I returned to home to Malaysia a week after the race flying Turkish Airlines via Istanbul. I arrived home safely but the Istanbul Atatuk Aiport where I was at, suffered a terrorist bomb attack which left 40+ dead and 200+ injured. I was lucky not to be involved but my heart goes out to those there.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">* All photos here credited to the respective photographers. Thank you.</div>Frank Chonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06429803103141435160noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747952783408846314.post-26227076911125120142016-06-15T18:00:00.000+08:002016-06-16T05:58:17.384+08:00Fulfilling A Dream...<div style="text-align: justify;"><i>By Frank</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />"I run not because I am a runner. I run because I love to run."<br /><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">The West Highland Way, a 95 Miles (152KM) scenic but yet rugged highland trekking route across the mountains of Scotland from Milngavie to Fort William. The race, a to do on my bucket list, this is my long one. And being my 10 year of running, this race came in time as I close off an amazing chapter to my running career. No, am not retiring but it’s just that I will be done with the distance that I would like to accomplish, that’s if I can complete this. And from there, I would really like to take a step back and just enjoy my runs.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JAQ8BlPsv00/V1_2bZeFnOI/AAAAAAAAGbs/182XxQdNTq4bQVSC1sT9dufFRBhP9CLnACLcB/s1600/logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JAQ8BlPsv00/V1_2bZeFnOI/AAAAAAAAGbs/182XxQdNTq4bQVSC1sT9dufFRBhP9CLnACLcB/s320/logo.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />I always wanted to do a 100 Miler (160KM). Having successfully tackled that distance on the road at <a href="http://runnerzcircle.blogspot.co.uk/2014/09/craze-ultra-2014.html">Craze Ultra 2014</a>, I wanted to run that distance on the trails next. I started studying the events around the world for one shot at it. However, due to time and financial constraints, it makes things a little difficult. But the main issue was that most races of this distance requires some sort of qualification or to accumulate points and also subject to ballot.</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HNZLt9cs6_k/V1_xPR_TA8I/AAAAAAAAGbA/BH4GNbq_HycILdOIvlrErdvKT7nCmMyZQCKgB/s1600/12814437_10153399764309149_7216111150234328469_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="147" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HNZLt9cs6_k/V1_xPR_TA8I/AAAAAAAAGbA/BH4GNbq_HycILdOIvlrErdvKT7nCmMyZQCKgB/s400/12814437_10153399764309149_7216111150234328469_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Then almost a couple of months later at the same year after completing Craze Ultra 2014, I traveled to Scotland to write my memoirs, a moment in time when I crashed. Though I didn’t travel much back then, I was introduced to the West Highland Way and did some homework on it. Yes, it may be 5 Miles short of 100 Miles, but the challenge of it caught my attention and instantly, I knew that I had to run this when I can, especially having receive a "not so favourable" medical report. I really need to do this fast when my body is still able to take the punishment. And with the decision made, no longer I have thought of other 100 Miles races anymore. This, I had to do for not only the challenge, but also knowing that Scotland is part of me.</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xypvdkYwZbo/V2BQ4_C-bKI/AAAAAAAAGcI/A6w6rx47NxgdVtejbyLw392pij5fdNP4wCLcB/s1600/whwmap.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xypvdkYwZbo/V2BQ4_C-bKI/AAAAAAAAGcI/A6w6rx47NxgdVtejbyLw392pij5fdNP4wCLcB/s400/whwmap.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br />However, there was one problem. Not just anyone can enter this race by just registering away. One needs to qualify for it with some background in at least 100KM of trail running and that just a little of luck due to the fact that participants are selected based on a ballot system as only about 230 runners are allowed to run in this race. With <a href="http://runnerzcircle.blogspot.co.uk/2015/01/vibram-hong-kong-100-ultra-trail-race.html">Vibram Hong Kong 100KM 2015</a> still “freshly” ran by my legs, I’ve used that and also the <a href="http://runnerzcircle.blogspot.co.uk/2015/10/vietnam-mountain-marathon-2015.html">Vietnam Mountain Marathon 2015</a> as my qualifiers. And way before registration was open, I’ve started looking for my support crew, taking me back to October 2015 when I first spoke to Angela about this. And through her, I met Ian Beattie, the race director at Belter's Bar during the Jedburgh Three Peaks Ultra post race party and spoke to him.</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dkE1XY5FxWw/V2ElvK6_l1I/AAAAAAAAGcY/ecWrVzz-SpcElHH4Ot8vnGa1ccBZyi5dgCLcB/s1600/10511369_10153147541059149_2572596296338617584_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dkE1XY5FxWw/V2ElvK6_l1I/AAAAAAAAGcY/ecWrVzz-SpcElHH4Ot8vnGa1ccBZyi5dgCLcB/s400/10511369_10153147541059149_2572596296338617584_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Little did I know back then at Jedburgh Three Peak's Ultra 2015, that this "squirrel" is actually the Race Director of the West Highland Way Race and also the chairman to Scottish Athletics.</i></div><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">The opportunity came for me to visit part of the West Highland Way came in October 2015 when I paid a visit to Tyndrum, located along the highlands at somewhere near the halfway point. The owner of the hostel I was staying at, By The Way was Kirsty and she her own self is an avid trail runner who has been training around the area. She has given me some pretty good advice and recommended that I run part of it from Glencoe to Bridge of Orchy and back Tyndrum, a good 26KM or so. And with the guidance of Ian Minty, a stranger turned close friend I met at By The Way who had continue to advise me as the race approaches which I’m really appreciative of, I ran it! And with the first hands on or rather legs on experience, it has reassured me that this was the final race I need to do to complete my running career.<o:p></o:p><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tfCfO5FhnEc/V2Em1_bEadI/AAAAAAAAGck/mWohWy3OArYEXR0dvhpRsoCJYSV4OWUDQCLcB/s1600/20160609_094343.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tfCfO5FhnEc/V2Em1_bEadI/AAAAAAAAGck/mWohWy3OArYEXR0dvhpRsoCJYSV4OWUDQCLcB/s400/20160609_094343.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>With Kirsty at By The Way, Tyndrum.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xlHRHBaHxRM/V1_1Uj6heTI/AAAAAAAAGbg/Ac6rZ3qOwSwUzYHlR-WAFZ1FhnzLdY1FgCLcB/s1600/12193394_10153152779869149_6794754985210558032_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xlHRHBaHxRM/V1_1Uj6heTI/AAAAAAAAGbg/Ac6rZ3qOwSwUzYHlR-WAFZ1FhnzLdY1FgCLcB/s400/12193394_10153152779869149_6794754985210558032_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>With Ian and Ian Minty (in green) at Glencoe in October 2015.</i></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">I continued with my training not knowing if I will be selected for the race. Then came December 2015 when the ballot was announced. I was asleep when it did due to the time zone difference and when I woke up, I’ve received messaged from Angela and Ian Minty mentioning “The Long One”. I was selected! And within a few good minutes of waking up, I was registered! I was in! I am going for an adventure of a lifetime! And with that, I confirmed Angela as part of my crew and also Chee Kong as well.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">With the confirmation, I pushed hard and smart for it with a training plan combined together with Comrades which is based on Dr. Phil Maffetone's MAF (Maximum Aerobic Function) method and LCHF (Low Carbs High Fat) diet. Reducing my intake of dairy and sugary product helps a lot too. The usual road training was done and visits to the trails with the help of some friends like Yan Leng, Piew and Choon Yuen helped. Shoes from the Kinvaras to the Peregrines and Nomad TR were fully utilised and race gears not only provided by Saucony Malaysia but also friends from the UK and South Africa divisions too, which I am really lost for words for. Many thanks guys!<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c4XOQ2zmF4c/V1_zdPa8zVI/AAAAAAAAGbU/t4Yy2iS83wIKTs4PM5O5EGMTTFjr0rs3QCLcB/s1600/GOPR3525_1465227374850_high.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c4XOQ2zmF4c/V1_zdPa8zVI/AAAAAAAAGbU/t4Yy2iS83wIKTs4PM5O5EGMTTFjr0rs3QCLcB/s400/GOPR3525_1465227374850_high.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Race shoe of choice for the West Highland Way Race, the Saucony Peregrine 6.</i></div><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">Training wasn’t easy due to work commitments and the handover process. But with some sacrifices from myself and family including my dear Bailey the Westie, everything went pretty smoothly. Yes there were rough patches, but there were tackled successfully and soon was forgotten. However, there will be an unforgotten one as throughout the journey, I lost some friends and patients to cancer which made my days gloomy. As I run, I will have them in my thoughts, as this run will be dedicated to them and those affected with this disease.<br /><br />With a month to go, Edmund has also confirmed his part as my crew and also Alexa coming forward to give a helping hand.&nbsp;As the race approaches day by day, more homework was done including the food and drinks I would like to have at the checkpoints, the logistics and accommodation not only for myself but crew members too and also my estimated running pace.&nbsp;However, I was deeply disappointed that a dear friend couldn’t make it, someone who will help make a huge difference to the team and my race.<br /><o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-om7flfk1QYc/V1_2vELJ4KI/AAAAAAAAGb0/Sr5saCX1CsYZc01RwPKy2QHNkpjWI1kpwCLcB/s1600/12187653_10153152779419149_2515889377105090282_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-om7flfk1QYc/V1_2vELJ4KI/AAAAAAAAGb0/Sr5saCX1CsYZc01RwPKy2QHNkpjWI1kpwCLcB/s400/12187653_10153152779419149_2515889377105090282_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The West Highland Way markers.</i></div><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://runnerzcircle.blogspot.co.uk/2016/06/comrades-marathon-2016.html">Comrades Marathon 2016</a> came and it was dusted with a new personal best despite holding back to care for the legs and to minimise injuries risk. It was done as part of training and my last long run before the West Highland Way Race and the results were certainly positive. Felt good and was glad the legs wasn’t badly thrashed at the “down” run and within a couple of days later upon arriving at Aberdeen, I was back running again despite only short distances. I covered lots of walking between Chee Kong’s house to town daily at about 10KM out and back and this allowed the legs to keep moving.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ACwQGopOHeo/V1_yw8r2E6I/AAAAAAAAGbI/TM03vHf9T2oshQxZWRBjVB45ZeXaV1XDgCLcB/s1600/GOPR3567_1465227374850_high.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ACwQGopOHeo/V1_yw8r2E6I/AAAAAAAAGbI/TM03vHf9T2oshQxZWRBjVB45ZeXaV1XDgCLcB/s400/GOPR3567_1465227374850_high.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>At the Clianlarich Crossing.</i></div><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">A week later, I was back at Tyndrum to do a little recce and also training there as it was located somewhere at the halfway point of the race. Covered a pretty huge amount of ground there touring Auchtertyre, Strathfillan, Clianlarich, Bridge of Orchy and Ben Lui (off course) on low intensity to keep the cardio going. Everything was good albeit the weather being rather hot. Hope it will cool down as race day approaches. And from there, it was back to Glasgow for a short meet up with Angela and to Aberdeen for a week of rest and recovery before heading back to Glasgow for race day.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gCSbd7-3ICA/V1_xiCL_hDI/AAAAAAAAGbE/u9qMWdHP4FsbdEyjLAf10ZNop5kV7hcVwCKgB/s1600/13413663_10153496721426640_878760901675102873_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gCSbd7-3ICA/V1_xiCL_hDI/AAAAAAAAGbE/u9qMWdHP4FsbdEyjLAf10ZNop5kV7hcVwCKgB/s400/13413663_10153496721426640_878760901675102873_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>View from Conic Hill. The wooden plaque in memory of Dario Melaragni, previous race director for the West Highland Way Race. Photo courtesy of Chuck Gordon.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5G6M4Jh_XNg/V2Ene79XrKI/AAAAAAAAGcw/z3bdtdYWPWk68YmtSMFCl0ORYCDMd6VFACLcB/s1600/13432353_10154648467670288_3743354635311423247_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5G6M4Jh_XNg/V2Ene79XrKI/AAAAAAAAGcw/z3bdtdYWPWk68YmtSMFCl0ORYCDMd6VFACLcB/s400/13432353_10154648467670288_3743354635311423247_n.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Angela, a dear Scottish friend who had been welcoming me back to Scotland everytime.</i></div><br />With my dream to do this, I told myself that I do not need the UTMB, UTMF, UTHK, H1, Leaville or any others. All I need to do is to touch that blue door at Lochaber Leisure Centre, Fort William and go through it to tap the card on my lanyard at the reception before 12.00PM of 19 June 2016. And hopefully if I can do just that, it will be my dream come true!</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BT5bMQEu1mM/V2Eqt4TqovI/AAAAAAAAGdI/BpMCQGA-_3MSYgn4a_ySQSM-LSmgsRu3ACLcB/s1600/WHW%2Btraining.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BT5bMQEu1mM/V2Eqt4TqovI/AAAAAAAAGdI/BpMCQGA-_3MSYgn4a_ySQSM-LSmgsRu3ACLcB/s400/WHW%2Btraining.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Training log on my road to the highlands.</i></div><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">So with the West Highland Way Race just only 2 more sleeps away, I guess all the work is finally done. With a total of 1,925KM covered by the legs including Comrades in the bag and some final touches being done here at Scotland, all I can say and assure my crew is that I am ready. To Angela, Alexa, Chee Kong and Edmund, THANK YOU for agreeing to crew for me. It's going to hurt as I know that I sign up for this knowing it's not a walk in the park. I may not be fast. I may not be an able body athlete. I may not be the strongest. But I can assure all of you and promise that I will try my very best and dig the very deepest out of me to complete the West Highland Way Race in the shortest possible time I can achieve.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">18 June 2016. 1AM Scottish time or 8AM Malaysian time. I will set off together with 201 other runners from Milngavie to the Scottish highlands to #FindMyStrong and to fulfill a dream while taking on the mighty Drymen, Balmaha, Rowardennan, Inversnaid, Beinglas Farm, Auchtertyre, Bridge of Orchy, Glencoe, Devil Staircase, Kinlochleven, Lundavra and many others more through a total ascent of 4096M and 4130M of descent before finishing it at Fort William. So here’s to a decade of running and thank you to everyone who had supported, blessed and inspired me all these while on my journey to the start line. Like all Scottish, AYE!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BFuyx3BscqQ/V2EojwMCCPI/AAAAAAAAGc8/IWP7r6UYh4oPw-CYuNK9tPZ_VubHicdzwCLcB/s1600/13254461_10153564118404149_7120015097344896478_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BFuyx3BscqQ/V2EojwMCCPI/AAAAAAAAGc8/IWP7r6UYh4oPw-CYuNK9tPZ_VubHicdzwCLcB/s400/13254461_10153564118404149_7120015097344896478_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /></div></div>Frank Chonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06429803103141435160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747952783408846314.post-36606458076873218102016-06-13T05:00:00.000+08:002016-06-13T18:49:46.569+08:00Comrades Marathon 2016...<div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">Event: Comrades Marathon 2016<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">Venue: Pietermaritzburgh, South Africa<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">Date: 29 May 2016<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">Time: 5.30AM (South Africa time), 11.30AM (Malaysia time)<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">Distance: 89.208KM (90.2KM by Suunto Ambit 3 Sapphire)<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">Shoe: Saucony Kinvara 7<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>By Frank</i><o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">Comrades Marathon 2016, my fifth has come and gone. In a blink of an eye, I have done 5 of it consecutively marking my half decade. On 29 May 2016, it happened with close to 17,000 runners running the “Down” route from Pietermaritzburg to Durban finishing at the Sahara Kingsmead Stadium over a distance of 89.208KM. My training went well and though it isn’t my focus this year, Comrades Marathon will always be important for me. And here’s my story to my fifth.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">On the morning of Tuesday, 24 May 2016, I began my travel to South Africa. As Emirates was charging a premium, my flight this time will be Turkish Airlines and the transit was at Istanbul. Despite 100 minutes of delay at Kuala Lumpur, I was actually happy with it as it will mean less transit time at Istanbul which was supposed to be 7 hours. The flight began close to 1.30PM and I treated myself to movies and also the good food provided by the airlines which put Emirates to shame.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y84HsH2Hbus/V1xsAK7P1iI/AAAAAAAAGY4/UeZxdS-fJHsSE_CSZzp-NzDU68j_CvwagCLcB/s1600/20160524_111239.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y84HsH2Hbus/V1xsAK7P1iI/AAAAAAAAGY4/UeZxdS-fJHsSE_CSZzp-NzDU68j_CvwagCLcB/s400/20160524_111239.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>My "flying turkey" to South Africa and Scotland.</i></div><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">After close to 10 hours of flight time, I arrived at Istanbul before waiting 5 hours for my next flight to Durban. It was a tiring wait and upon settling into the aircraft, I closed my eyes and rested. Was lucky too that the seat next to me was unoccupied hence I was able to lay down. And after another close to 10 hours of flight time, I finally touched down safely at Durban’s King Shaka Airport at 10.10AM, South African time. That’s almost 1 whole day of travel time. Immigration was smooth and after settling my telco services, it was first thing first at Mugg &amp; Bean for South African breakfast to recharge before collecting my car at Thrifty which was upgraded to a Volkswagen Polo Sedan.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O8FjyPWQHJ0/V1xsfp_loKI/AAAAAAAAGZE/Sg2y-KrvecIvH-Y7OCiCTEHhzTup1KL3gCLcB/s1600/20160525_124051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O8FjyPWQHJ0/V1xsfp_loKI/AAAAAAAAGZE/Sg2y-KrvecIvH-Y7OCiCTEHhzTup1KL3gCLcB/s400/20160525_124051.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>My "sport car" around South Africa this time.</i></div><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">Made my way to my hotel at Blue Waters which was next to Belaire Suites and managed to check in early to a very comfortable room on the 14 floor. After unpacking the essentials, I went out for quick 6KM run along the beach to get the legs moving and hoping to get rid of the jet lag. Dinner later was at John Dory’s at Suncoast Casino before calling it a night.<o:p></o:p><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DHoyiL3HyNI/V1xs7J06AfI/AAAAAAAAGZQ/TD4n1uwXYDMbREgUMKJwjyUHvOK8muV4wCLcB/s1600/20160525_133030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DHoyiL3HyNI/V1xs7J06AfI/AAAAAAAAGZQ/TD4n1uwXYDMbREgUMKJwjyUHvOK8muV4wCLcB/s400/20160525_133030.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>My cozy room at Blue Waters Hotel.</i></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">26 May 2016. Woke up early at 6AM and was glad that I had a good sleep. Another 6KM for the legs to close up my training where I bumped into Willie and it was breakfast which was good but Belaire Suites was way much better. Made my way to the ICC Exhibition Centre where the Comrades Expo was held. Collected my race pack which went smoothly and went to walking around hoping to meet some friends including Glynn, Anthony, Brad, Sean and of course my coach, Lindsay. I even met Ryan Sandes too! Prices of the merchandise has gone up ridiculously and I ended up only buying 2 shirts, a pair of socks and a South Africa Buff before heading back to the hotel for a little rest before dinner at Jiran Café and it’s light off for today.<o:p></o:p><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ALsUBzHiuMc/V1xpQxrnB_I/AAAAAAAAGXs/jbavNjJ2ng4XMVBWMhnD2K2IPhHaneDtgCLcB/s1600/GOPR3244_1464245720946_high.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ALsUBzHiuMc/V1xpQxrnB_I/AAAAAAAAGXs/jbavNjJ2ng4XMVBWMhnD2K2IPhHaneDtgCLcB/s400/GOPR3244_1464245720946_high.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Bumped into Willie at the North beach.</i></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ycY2pCN9jE/V1xpmUDuNuI/AAAAAAAAGX0/m56Nk_3NwUYrP8KRyN37gpMj1-g8KHgGwCLcB/s1600/20160526_130111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ycY2pCN9jE/V1xpmUDuNuI/AAAAAAAAGX0/m56Nk_3NwUYrP8KRyN37gpMj1-g8KHgGwCLcB/s400/20160526_130111.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>My friends at Saucony South Africa.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AZLtD6EW3gQ/V1xqA4-0EbI/AAAAAAAAGYA/lFF0P01aor04vqcKI30IYbDan182QfN2QCLcB/s1600/20160526_144001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AZLtD6EW3gQ/V1xqA4-0EbI/AAAAAAAAGYA/lFF0P01aor04vqcKI30IYbDan182QfN2QCLcB/s400/20160526_144001.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>With Brad.&nbsp;</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8hZyrBowlDE/V1xqkO6YubI/AAAAAAAAGYM/GwbYz5RXzncwME5guMH8RxgH0rcjrzm1QCLcB/s1600/20160526_145329.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8hZyrBowlDE/V1xqkO6YubI/AAAAAAAAGYM/GwbYz5RXzncwME5guMH8RxgH0rcjrzm1QCLcB/s400/20160526_145329.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>With ohm Anthony and Carin.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6iX03O2tnw/V1xrDaN6MRI/AAAAAAAAGYY/249adVX7z1oaEYR9JW7TLwJYk8DKPNQiwCLcB/s1600/20160526_150426.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6iX03O2tnw/V1xrDaN6MRI/AAAAAAAAGYY/249adVX7z1oaEYR9JW7TLwJYk8DKPNQiwCLcB/s400/20160526_150426.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Was lucky to catch Ryan Sandes.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4_K1Slx2Rm8/V1xrUaW1LMI/AAAAAAAAGYk/zmLs_ejYtiAUDLNKA6DAU0wwOnYttqVPQCLcB/s1600/20160526_150758.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4_K1Slx2Rm8/V1xrUaW1LMI/AAAAAAAAGYk/zmLs_ejYtiAUDLNKA6DAU0wwOnYttqVPQCLcB/s400/20160526_150758.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>With Allan.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xEIJM7oAhTk/V1xriwbgMgI/AAAAAAAAGYs/PqZFz_ahaWI5j1xD-J1BgyW1lJop8QP0ACLcB/s1600/20160526_151854.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xEIJM7oAhTk/V1xriwbgMgI/AAAAAAAAGYs/PqZFz_ahaWI5j1xD-J1BgyW1lJop8QP0ACLcB/s400/20160526_151854.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And of course, with my coach Lindsay Parry for some last minute advice (and warnings).</i></div><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">27 May 2016. A quick breakfast and I was off to the airport to pick up Chee Kong. He arrived on time and we made our way to Belaire Suites where he was staying. A simple lunch at Jiran Café and we were off to the expo to collect his race pack. With nothing much to do there, we returned to the hotel to rest up before a wonderful catch up and dinner with Caroline, Pete and Mylene.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qEzyFOWGqD0/V13KWl1lBVI/AAAAAAAAGZ4/HGg-3tddFJA4P-StRXb-L7PUI09L-aMEACLcB/s1600/13321928_10154214254044904_6086132204258432368_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qEzyFOWGqD0/V13KWl1lBVI/AAAAAAAAGZ4/HGg-3tddFJA4P-StRXb-L7PUI09L-aMEACLcB/s400/13321928_10154214254044904_6086132204258432368_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>We are ready!</i></div><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">28 May 2016. With the 5KM Park Run being held just next door at Suncoast Casino at 8AM, I went to meet up some friends there while Chee Kong ran it. An interesting and fun event, I thought it will be best I rest my legs as per previous years. With Chee Kong finishing his run, we had breakfast at Belaire Suites before going over to Gateway Shopping Centre for lunch at Ocean Basket. With nothing much to do, we returned to the hotel to rest up while awaiting for dinner time at 7PM where we had ours at Jiran Café again for their meals were affordable and good. Took a while for the food to arrive but before 9PM, we were back at our rooms for that important rest before the big race tomorrow.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>29 May 2016. Comrades Marathon Race Day.</b><o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">I didn’t manage to get a good sleep due to the fact that a concert was being held at the open field just next to the hotel. Considering that the hotel management has spoken to them, I find the organisers to be inconsiderate for jamming the volume up especially the bass. I managed an hour or maybe 2 hours of sleep only and by 12.30AM, I was already awake preparing myself. “Not a good start”, I told myself, but I had to be positive. Breakfast was naan buns and a cup of black coffee, and was glad all the pre-race rituals went smoothly before I made my way to Belaire Suites to meet up with Chee Kong where we drove to Hilton Hotel to catch our bus to Pietermaritzburg.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">The journey to Pietermaritzburg was smooth on the highway where I managed to catch a few minutes of power sleep. However, upon entering the town, traffic was bad as we were stuck in a pretty bad traffic jam. I had to relieve myself and just had to go and hence it’s off to the bushes before hopping back on to the bus. With about1KM plus to go from the Pietermaritzburg Town Hall where the start is located and with the start time nearing, most from the bus including myself and Chee Kong disembark and ran there, treating it as our warm up. And to me, I felt this personally help as it help me raise my core temperature which is helpful for the cold start. It was about 10C at that time. Arriving at the town hall, I parted ways with Chee Kong as both our seeding pens being C and D respectively were located at different locations.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">And upon arriving at pen D where I was seeded, I quickly deposited my tog bag and entered my pens just when they started to move closer to the front. Then my race number came undone from the magnet I was using and had to readjust. All these came pretty close to the start but I still managed to sing along with the other the national anthem, Shosholoza, Chariots of Fire while awaiting from Max Trimborn’s cockcrow and finally the cannon to signal the start at 5.30AM. All these still give me goosebumps till today. With the temperature bearable, I removed my t-shirt and gloves toss it over the fence.&nbsp; It was a retro Comrades t-shirt and the person receiving it was really thankful of it.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">It took me about 4 minutes to cross the start gantry, pretty similar to last year’s “Up” run and it was game time as I began my run slowly and carefully. Being still in the city and pretty dark at certain parts with lots of runners around me, I had to be careful not to trip over reflectors, uneven roads or simply stepping on someone’s else shoe. It was also a good idea to slowly up my pace to desired pace I was looking for, within a heart rate of not more than 150 beats per minute (BPM). It should be something pretty similar I experienced during the Route 68 Challenge back in April 2016. I intend to use the similar strategy for it worked well back then at high temperatures and thus should allow me to hold back a gear or maybe 2, to save the legs from any potential damage or overuse which may mess up my West Highland Way Race in 3 weeks time. This after all should be like my last long run before the long one. However, Comrades Marathon should still be respected upmost in the highest order for it reward to those who are, and not the over confident.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">The gentle downhill straight out of Pietermaritzburg was a great place to raise the heart rate at a steady pace. With the cool start, it wasn’t spiking and hence my pace was really good. As most runners were moving along, there was no issue trying to pass some slower ones. A Kilometer in or so, came the first mild climb as we turned right up the slope. Most locals were already up cheering for the runners and the atmosphere was indeed great. Slowly I made my way and was glad my heart rate was hovering at about 130 to 140 BPM.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">As we moved longer into the race, some faster runners from the back seeding started to pass me. However, I resisted to follow them as I had my own pace. And as we moved into the Polly Shortts stretch, it became a little tough to pass and I didn’t want to risk going to the side due my first year experience of stepping on human poop there. Eish… 6KM into the race, I had to answer the call of nature and I found a spot beside a tree and “flowered” it before the descend down Polly Shortts. Oops… 3KM later, the urge came again and I did the same thing and was hoping that it will the final call, at least till halfway or so.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">Without any urge standing in the way, my pace began to increase as I made my way to the highest point of the race route at Umlaas Road pass Lion Park at the 16KM mark where the first cut-off was. As it was a little climb towards the first cut-off point, I took a breather by walking up the small hill. However, I forgot that at the cut-off point will always have official photographers stationed there shooting away. And I fell prey to it when one of them shot me while I was walking. When I resumed, running, it was already too late. The race route now began to roll like a dragon’s back and there were some pretty tough climbs. But with the loud cries and singing of Shosholoza from the locals, it helps runners push ahead with much ease. As I near the highest point, Willie called out to me from behind and I was caught by surprised. He was already struggling a little as I took a breather with him as I made him promise that he will bring himself to the finish line before I went ahead.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">Next was Camperdown and I was already feeling hungry. Looking forward to some potatoes being served there but sadly upon arriving, I didn’t spot any. However, to make it up, the cheers from the supporters there was just as satisfying, if not better than the potatoes. Weather was still fine as I slowly sip from the water bottle I carried with me before finally disposing it away as I made my way out from this happening “chicken town”.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">Coming up next was Cato Ridge where the second cut-off is. As I made my way there, finally some potatoes being served by the friendly supporters. Was glad they were plain ones too minus the salt and just one was already enough for now as I didn’t want my tummy to accept to heavy loads at once. Upon arrival at Cato Ridge where the 30KM mark is, some runners were already seen struggling. I guess the 30KM myth where runners begin to “hit the wall” is happening here for quite a number. Am glad I was still doing fine both physically and mentally. In fact, I was enjoying every moment of it! Weee…<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">The halfway point where Drummond is located at, is actually within a valley. And before dropping into it, runners must make themselves up the dreaded Inchanga. But before that, we passed by the Ethembeni school for the less fortunate children. Over here, we cheered for each other by touching each of their hands as we ran pass them. Some runners believe that these simple gestures gave them strength to attack Inchanga.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">The climb then came as I bumped into Bruce "Digger", Australia's Comrades ambassador and had a &nbsp;brief handshake and chat with him before Mark from the Netherlands called out to me as he recognised me as the Malaysian ambassador from the print on the official guide. Had quite an exchange of our culture and we even spoke of the Amsterdam Marathon. And while chatting, a familiar frame appeared in front of me. It was David from Singapore. And for the fifth year in a row, we met at Inchanga! There must be something here, I guess. Although he was struggling according to him, I believe he will finish strong later, especially when we have pass the halfway point later. But that didn’t stop us from having our annual Inchanga selfie. Hehe…<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">We marched ahead together before I restarted my run. But just a Kilometer or so before arriving at Drummond, a novice was seen struggling with his left hamstring which is cramping. Told him to keep moving to shake it off, but seeing him struggling, I turned back to help him. Gave him a gentle rub to help ease his pain as he slowly limp as I didn’t want him to stop. And when he got better, we introduced ourselves and found his name was Greg from Australia and we moved ahead.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">Passing Drummond in 5:06:03 hours was indeed a surprise for me. I did not expect to pass it here within this time and was delighted. As I started my climb out of the valley, I remember the Rooderport support tent just after the bridge as Manette has always been there. And indeed she was as we have each other a hug before I continued on. It was nice to see you again Manette!<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">Arthur’s Seat soon came into view and I gave it a tap on the plate with a “Good Morning Sir” greeting as legend has it that one that does that which includes giving him a stalk of flower will enjoy a stronger second half of the race. Sadly, as tradition starts to fade, no more flowers was given. It was given during my first Comrades back in year 2012 though. Passed the Wall of Honour and it was the start of the climb out of Drummond. With a marathon distance covered, my legs are starting to ache and hence I took the opportunity to give them a rest by walking out Drummond before tackling Botha’s Hill.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">The students from Kearsney College came out to cheers us on as we arrived at Botha’s Hill. Greg’s hamstring was giving him problems and I did the same giving him a gentle rub as we move along. With the pain subside, we moved along together and exited Botha’s Hill together with the “first” steep drop to Winston Park welcoming us. With tired and sore legs, the second half for me is about managing it and making my descend to Durban with care. Although I did improve on my downhill running, I am still not good and clumsy with it hence it wasn’t worth any risk and hence only ran at certain parts. I did reduce myself to walking whenever the legs, particularly my thighs signalled me to stop.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">Almost 7 hours into the race as I’ve covered almost 60KM as I arrived at Winston Park where the fourth cut-off was, the weather was getting warmer and my heart rate began to spike. I drank more water and also took more sachets to splash on myself to cool myself down, especially on my arms and neck. Also took in some crackers which was rather tasty and a little more potatoes to keep myself away from going metabolic. With the rest of the race route going through town and highways, keeping the core temperature in control will be critical as these are open areas with minimal shades. And suddenly, a familiar voice called out to me at Gillits and I recognised that it was Susan Bold. Very nice of her to be there again supporting. Thank you!<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">Next up, Kloof where the happening Nedbank’s Green Mile is located within Old Main Road. There was a nice touch of motivational messages in the form of Tweets being labelled on the tarmac on the left side. After exiting Kloof, came the most dreaded downhill of all, the long drop at Fields Hill. Not only it’s long, it’s winding too with the road tilted to a side making it pretty uncomfortable for weak downhill runners like myself. I only managed to bombard it halfway before decided that the thighs had enough of it. Greg seems to be better in this as he disappeared into the distance before I caught up with him again at Pinetown.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">Pinetown was a happening place to be and I arrived there in 8:07:02, faster than my pace at Route 68 Challenge. I am once again delighted with it. Lots of supporters there and some were giving out food and drinks as well. These little kind gestures help us keep our mind away from the scorching heat as we continued our journey as one last climb awaits ahead, Cowie’s Hill. And just before that, a gentleman was giving our borewors and I helped myself to it. Absolutely delicious and I think that gave me strength to attach Cowie’s Hill, at least I think that was some placebo effect. But ran up I did with the borewors bouncing in my tummy! And halfway up, I bumped into John Sneddon. Tried to pull him along but he was already puffed and hence I moved on myself to the top knowing it will be another 10 Miles or so more only to go and with no more steep climbs.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WgsNBGUgh64/V13LkVN_MOI/AAAAAAAAGaQ/tt0dYFIU9icM3JfBD7uHpDS5whMZJ90TgCLcB/s1600/13418490_10153860556952087_1051035705873477002_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WgsNBGUgh64/V13LkVN_MOI/AAAAAAAAGaQ/tt0dYFIU9icM3JfBD7uHpDS5whMZJ90TgCLcB/s400/13418490_10153860556952087_1051035705873477002_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Munching on borewors.</i></div><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">But I was wrong. Westville awaits next and it was rather hot affair along the highway there with a gradual climb out of it. Supporters were lined beside the highway and a couple of kids were spraying water on the runners. “GO AMBASSADOR” was what I heard as I near the top and that was indeed a motivational push despite being a little shy about it with people recognising me from the magazine.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">As the route being detoured down a ramp, I know I was nearing Sherwood. That will be less than 5 Miles to go, 7KM to be exact. Then a short ramp up to the highway, and it was all 4 lanes down and up to the final 3KM before the home stretch. At the final refreshment station at about 84KM, I took 4 water sachets, 2 being drank and splash on the spot while the other 2 to hold on for later.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">The final 3KM marker came into view and I remembered that I always tell my friends that my fastest pace will be the final 3KM. But that magic did not happen this time as I held back as it was a mild drop to the final 2KM in the city. As I moved along the ramp, a runner Daleon who once worked in Kuala Lumpur chatted with me as he again recognised me as the ambassador. But as we chatted, I soon realised that time is running a little tight if I wanted to run a certain sub timing. Slowly easing out of the chat, I resume my run and this time the magic happened. The final 2KM on the flat home stretch.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">Not monitoring on my heart rate anymore, it was time to engage the additional “gear” as I ran towards the Sahara Kingsmead. And with a Kilometer to go, out came the Jalur Gemilang (Malaysia national flag), the same that has travelled and crossed the Comrades finish for the past 4 years. Into the magical Sahara Kingsmead Stadium, supporters were cheering all the runners on with their voices and also banging on the side panels. The “Down” run finish segment is certainly something to behold and when I finally saw the finish gantry, it was the flag raised up high as per tradition, as I crossed the finish line and completed my half decade of Comrades with a new personal best of 10:27:07 hours! And per my tradition, I gave the Comrades grass a tap as a mark of respect.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">I waited for Greg at the finish and he soon crossed the gantry successfully as we gave each other a hug. Collected our medals and posed for some photos before making our way to the international tent to rest up while enjoying our Castle Lite and congratulating the other runners too, particularly the novices and back to backs.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jRaVekqaiAg/V13LCaKJihI/AAAAAAAAGaE/Igd2uyReO5cUFjIcnoVR9PLYJTmL_6hoQCLcB/s1600/GOPR3249_1464547546138_high.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jRaVekqaiAg/V13LCaKJihI/AAAAAAAAGaE/Igd2uyReO5cUFjIcnoVR9PLYJTmL_6hoQCLcB/s400/GOPR3249_1464547546138_high.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Chilling at the international tent with Greg from Australia.</i></div><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">Chee Kong came by later and I found out that he managed to run a Bill Rowan timing despite minimal training. Superbly done! I then bid farewell to Greg as we made our way to the Fourways lounge located in the stadium’s stand but that was before we bumped into Chris, novice from Malaysia who ran 10.13 hours for his first and David who came in just in time for the bronze. Wonderfully done to both!<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k9wVIBVENwI/V1xoBHfNq8I/AAAAAAAAGXU/J6SsU_0z8ZENeFA9UtdaCdZDouXxxwNbwCLcB/s1600/20160530_080456.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k9wVIBVENwI/V1xoBHfNq8I/AAAAAAAAGXU/J6SsU_0z8ZENeFA9UtdaCdZDouXxxwNbwCLcB/s400/20160530_080456.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The man behind my taining. Lindsay Parry. Comrades Marathon and South Africa triathlon coach.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">Rested in the Fourways lounge and with the legs stiffening up, I was trying my very best not cramp, especially on my inner thighs which was feeling it. Managed to do so and for the first time ever, I did not suffer any cramps in the Comrades Marathon, whether during or after. Well done to me! Hahaha… Lindsay came over to congratulate me later which was a moment of joy for me. Many thanks to him for guiding me here, as I have improved from year to year. Race report as of yesteryears and results as per below:<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://runnerzcircle.blogspot.co.uk/2012/06/comrades-marathon-2012.html">Comrades Marathon 2012</a>&nbsp;- 11:53:49 (“Down” run)<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://runnerzcircle.blogspot.co.uk/2012/06/comrades-marathon-2012.html">Comrades Marathon 2013</a>&nbsp;- 11:30:08 (“Up” run)<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://runnerzcircle.blogspot.co.uk/2014/06/comrades-marathon-2014.html">Comrades Marathon 2014</a>&nbsp;- 10:57:34 (“Down” run. -56:15 minutes compared year 2012)<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://runnerzcircle.blogspot.co.uk/2015/06/comrades-marathon-2015.html">Comrades Marathon 2015</a>&nbsp;- 10:50:51 (“Up” run. -20:43 minutes compared year 2013)<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">Comrades Marathon 2016 - 10:27:07 (“Down” run. -30:27 minutes compared year 2014)<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">As we waited for the final 12 hour cut- off, the atmosphere at the stadium became tense and loud. It’s not a moment that one will like to go through, but it had to be done. As the sun began to set, so does the sound of the trumpet being blown to signal the countdown. And when it finally stop, that was it. The race was over, and the first runner to have miss it was for his green number missing by a second. Indeed cruel, but this is Comrades.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YcIHCMCylXY/V1xoXQwiqRI/AAAAAAAAGXc/HlAhf34EAJs9a49GHaYrzvgSq2UzSuWmwCLcB/s1600/13329414_985594514889172_7663125018096430511_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YcIHCMCylXY/V1xoXQwiqRI/AAAAAAAAGXc/HlAhf34EAJs9a49GHaYrzvgSq2UzSuWmwCLcB/s400/13329414_985594514889172_7663125018096430511_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>5 successful Comrades each for the both of us.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">As the curtain began to close at the Sahara Kingsmead Stadium, both myself and Chee Kong made our way to our car and headed back to the hotel to clean up before our victory dinner at Jiran Café, where I struggled to finish my meal. Tried my best though to take in whatever I can as I know it will be important for recovery. Then it’s back to the room for some painful packing as we are leaving for Scotland tomorrow before ending the day and night with a well deserve sleep, though I find it a little difficult as my body was still pretty “active” or “high” from the adrenaline at Comrades.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phpU2-X36hc/V1xtd_lFRSI/AAAAAAAAGZc/wWJV3TeQ2qIG-z34SM5CvCU8aj3tCemVACLcB/s1600/20160529_202649.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phpU2-X36hc/V1xtd_lFRSI/AAAAAAAAGZc/wWJV3TeQ2qIG-z34SM5CvCU8aj3tCemVACLcB/s400/20160529_202649.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Half a decade in the bag.</i></div><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">Waking up the next day refresh, to my surprise, my legs didn’t feel as thrashed as compared to the years before. Indeed a good sign though I believe the real DOMS (Delay Onset Muscle Soreness) will come on the second or maybe third day). A well deserved breakfast at Belaire Suites with lots of limping Comrades runners before we checked out of our hotels at 11AM making or way to Umhlanga Rocks for second breakfast and then Hooters there for our third. As we simply had too much time to kill before our flight at 6PM later, we returned to Gateway for some quick shopping before arriving at the airport do settle our VAT claims before our fight to Istanbul and then Edinburgh.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-znincLiLs5g/V13J9yL6whI/AAAAAAAAGZw/T5V_7GLFHi0fW-Gbaw_wbi9ldkjdHCEngCLcB/s1600/CM16%2BSplits.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="273" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-znincLiLs5g/V13J9yL6whI/AAAAAAAAGZw/T5V_7GLFHi0fW-Gbaw_wbi9ldkjdHCEngCLcB/s400/CM16%2BSplits.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>My splits for 2016. My Suunto Moves on this <a href="http://www.movescount.com/moves/move107466154">LINK</a>.</i></div><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">With Comrades Marathon 2016 successfully in the bag, I would like to thank my parents, Susanah, Bailey my dear Westie, Yan Leng, Piew and Choon Yuen for the positive motivation given and also being part of my training, Not forgetting the rest from the Gold Coast Training Group too. And to my coach, Lindsay Parry, thank you for all the tips and advice given through these 3 years as I inch ahead and improve over the years. My sincere thanks to my sponsors Saucony for the training and race gears provided throughout the past 42 months. To my South African, Scottish and the rest of my international friends like Caroline, Anthony, Pierre, Willie, Allan, Brad, Susan, Angela and Alexa, many thanks for the wishes and annual meet-ups for some, for it really helps. And finally of course to the rest of the “family” from Comrades Team Malaysia for cheering for myself, Chee Kong and Chris this year back home.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qTTl7FA9Ql0/V13MSFJjeLI/AAAAAAAAGag/pgcdN39bPRA01C4VUuth6zSGNlhgm_A2QCLcB/s1600/13323705_10153585082564149_5526456714340344692_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qTTl7FA9Ql0/V13MSFJjeLI/AAAAAAAAGag/pgcdN39bPRA01C4VUuth6zSGNlhgm_A2QCLcB/s400/13323705_10153585082564149_5526456714340344692_o.jpg" width="283" /></a></div><br /><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">This year, the strategy worked well. Holding back a little using the heart rate monitor was definitely useful. And hydrating well using water as my primary fluid was fine too. But without the other necessary nutrients, how did I do it, you may ask. Well, it came from the food I consumed along the way such as potatoes, crackers and borewors. And I counted that I only drank 5 cups of Coke and at about 12 sachets of Energade only and hence no sugar rush or bloating. Definitely feeling that the body has successfully or close enough to adapt to this method which I’ve tried since 2 years ago.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">All in all, Comrades Marathon 2016 which marks my half a decade of running The Ultimate Human Race consecutively was a success. Not only that I ran my best time despite holding back which was a positive sign for all the training and sacrifices I’ve made, I befriended some new friends and even helped them during the race. Comrades Marathon certainly isn’t any ordinary race for it’s a race that defines one. It’s a race of champions and on 29 May 2016, close to 17,000 runners were champions. Till 4 June 2017 for the next edition for I now turn my focus to my main event of the year at the 152KM long one at the West Highland Way Race at Scotland on 18 June 2016.<br /><br />* All photos here credited to their respective photographers. Thank you.<br />* More photos from official photographers will be uploaded in due time.</div>Frank Chonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06429803103141435160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747952783408846314.post-80365427897583151362016-05-23T11:00:00.000+08:002016-05-23T22:17:43.757+08:00My Fifth Comrades...<div style="text-align: justify;"><i>By Frank</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And so, I am finally here and certainly am glad I am. The end of the fifth month as the training for Comrades comes to an end. With 1,688KM covered by those legs of mine over here, the work is done here. Just a couple of runs more to round up the distance to 1,700KM over at Durban's North Beach when I arrive there to keep my legs going and that should be it, for my fifth Comrades will take place this Sunday, 29 May 2016. And this year, only myself, Chee Kong and a novice Chris Yeoh will be running the race as Malaysians.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7JndMtLoKn8/V0HHTLuSmcI/AAAAAAAAGWo/FCLgDTcBN-gQ94Sq8Vw8HfbUrgdHLBj-gCLcB/s1600/CM16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="170" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7JndMtLoKn8/V0HHTLuSmcI/AAAAAAAAGWo/FCLgDTcBN-gQ94Sq8Vw8HfbUrgdHLBj-gCLcB/s400/CM16.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yeap, time certainly passed swiftly as I remembered my very first back in year 2012 and in a blink of an eye, it' half a decade already. This year's training was the toughest of all due to the combination of the West Highland Way Race 3 weeks later. I only had a month's of off-season in December last year. Not a total rest and with that, I managed to maintain my fitness and swing my momentum into January where it all officially started. With a training regime given by coach with a mixture and not to mention an increase of intensity of running and strength training, I had doubts if I can pull this year's training off. But with a &nbsp;positive mindset, I set myself off cause knowing with will, confidence and discipline, I know that even if I am not able to hit it spot on at 100%, I should at least able to get near it. And those who knew me, knows that like previous years, &nbsp;I've used running to run away from my thoughts and problems I faced, and that may indirectly help. And to quickly recap, here's what happened in the past 4 months since training all started.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">January started almost with a bang. With my unsuccessful ballot for this year's Hong Kong 100, I opt for the local <a href="http://runnerzcircle.blogspot.my/2016/01/watergate-16-hours-2016.html">Watergate 16 Hours</a> instead. Didn't do very well in that though as sleep got over me again, but it was still good indicator. It was also from this event that I stopped sharing my blog entries on my Facebook due to some very negative people. A couple of weeks later was then the <a href="http://runnerzcircle.blogspot.my/2016/01/cyberjaya-twincity-marathon-2016.html">Cyberjaya Twincity Marathon</a>. I did well on this one cruising through the entire course without any difficulties. With that, I knew I had already had a positive start as I conclude the month with 346KM covered. The link to January 2016 report card <a href="http://runnerzcircle.blogspot.my/2016/01/cyberjaya-twincity-marathon-2016.html">HERE</a>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">February was a tough month to forget. Though it all started positively continuing from January, things got rough during Chinese New Year when mum and Bailey was injured during a dog attack. That derailed my training a lot as family will always comes first. But by the third week after both of them making their full recovery, I slowly made my way back into training with some proper time management and ended the month with the <a href="http://runnerzcircle.blogspot.my/2016/03/gunung-nuang-ultra-2016.html">Gunung Nuang Ultra</a>. With that, it was a surprise 352KM for the month where I told myself how much I wanted it! The link to February 2016 report card <a href="http://runnerzcircle.blogspot.my/2016/03/a-tough-second.html">HERE</a>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Next, the much dreaded month came, known to most Comrades runners as Hell March. 400KM was needed and not forgetting strength training too. I asked myself on how am I going to achieve this as I know I can no longer depend on the training group. But looking back at last year, I actually managed to do it and that certainly gave me a motivational boost and coincidentally, it was the month where I hit the milestone of a decade of running injury free too. *fist pumps! However, with the legs still sore from the Gunung Nuang Ultra, I started the first few days of the month by resting before resuming. The rest though took some much needed time away, did proof beneficial as I felt it help me build my quadriceps which will be important for downhills. With <a href="http://runnerzcircle.blogspot.my/2016/03/twilight-ultra-challenge-2016.html">Twilight Ultra Challenge</a> at the third week of the month, I knew at that time that 400KM was possible. However, my left shoulder blade issue returned during the run and I struggled with it towards the end of the month before it subsided. But all in all, 415KM was covered and I felt not only relieved, but strong. The link to March 2016 report card <a href="http://runnerzcircle.blogspot.my/2016/03/of-3-months-10-years-and-24-years.html">HERE</a>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Moving into April, though the distance and the intensity is reduced, it was still a tough month. With the shoulder blade issue out of the way, came the "dead" leg syndrome on my left. Not sure what happened but it eventually went away just in time for my final long run at <a href="http://runnerzcircle.blogspot.my/2016/04/route-68-challenge-2016.html">Route 68 Challenge</a>. Knowing that my big races are nearing, I held back throughout the race and surprisingly felt good completing 70KM injury and soreness free, and in a very decent time too. With this, I knew that I was on the right track and I carried on with the rest of the regime given. 375KM was covered and it was time to taper. The link to April 2016 report card <a href="http://runnerzcircle.blogspot.my/2016/05/after-121-days.html">HERE</a>.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I welcomed the fifth month May with much anticipation for it's tapering month. After all the hard work, it's time to slowly decrease the running mileage and intensity. However with the expiration of my gym membership, the handover process of my work and also the presence of an unwelcome guest fro Singapore office, it was not an easy tapering period too, especially for the first couple of weeks. I id most of workouts at weird hours and managed to survive that before it got better as the third week arrived. And by then, everything was smooth sailing except with one problem, my nagging issue of my left shoulder blade returned. I couldn't turn my upper torso and head properly for about a week before it finally subside. Hope it won't happen again though, especially for the next 1 month ahead. And with all of this, 200KM was covered for this month, a dramatic drop compared to last year, but I believe there is a reason for this.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Js43tRHw9JA/V0JyFKnqoHI/AAAAAAAAGXA/aO8jA3oYK5gyufFChhQceRZRilTwsTXVwCLcB/s1600/mileage16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="167" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Js43tRHw9JA/V0JyFKnqoHI/AAAAAAAAGXA/aO8jA3oYK5gyufFChhQceRZRilTwsTXVwCLcB/s400/mileage16.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>1,688KM of pain, soreness, tears, blood and many thoughts.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Overall, the result of from the past 5 months has been really positive and I am glad training is all over now. &nbsp;I felt throughout the months, I have greatly improved on my uphill strength while improving slightly on running downhills. And not only that, after 2 years on the MAF (Maximum Aerobic Function) Method by Dr. Phil Maffetone and LCHF (Low Carbs High Fat) diet, I am finally feeling the results from it for I am able to cruise better now at a very manageable heart rate. And those are all performed in the very hot and humid weather of Malaysia. Hope it will be even better over at South Africa and Scotland where weather is much more forgiving. What is left now is to implement what I gained from the training and to remember what I have learnt from these past 10 years of running into the 2 biggest race of my running career.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And so with that, concludes all the training needed for Comrades here as I fly off tomorrow morning (Tuesday, 24 May) to Istanbul on board Turkish Airlines (shame on Emirates for charging a premium this time) for a 7 hour transit before landing at Durban. 5 months since it all started for my fifth Comrades. And during the process, 2 pairs of Kinvara 5 and a pair of Zealot ISO met their end of life with the Kinvara 6, Kinvara 7, Ride 8, Peregrine 5 and Peregrine 6 being my other workhorse. And not only shoes, my body fat percentage took a dive too with the lowest reading at the end of April with a record reading of only 4%! Even a 27 inch jeans is loose for me now. It's going to get extra tough to be shopping for apparels now. Sigh...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">However, during the tapering month and 2 weeks into the month of May, I managed to increase my body fat percentage back up to 5.8%. And not only that, my muscle mass increased too and that was certainly positive. I hope this will continue to build up though I may lose a little more during Comrades.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Though I am feeling strong, I am not looking for an improvement of time at Comrades this year unless some miracle happens. More importantly is to get myself to the Kingsmead within the cut off time safely and without any injuries. And this year being the down run, I have to be extra careful. So in other words, Comrades this year is more about a long training run for the West Highland Way Race though the 5 big hills and the countless nameless ones still needs to be respected for it will shatter even the strongest runner.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">There will also be no plans at South Africa after the race this year as myself and Chee Kong will leave for Scotland the day after. Therefore, apologies to my South African friends just in case we are not able to meet up this year. But I think this will be good for me to rest up and recover, and at the same time to acclimatise myself with Scotland's summer. That however, will be under another separate entry for now, it's all eyes on my fifth Comrades Marathon.<br /><br />So before signing off here, here are my thanks to everyone who had help me got this far. And to my sponsors Saucony, I will race in your colours proudly and strongly! Till my race report, wish me luck this Sunday, 29 May 2016!</div>Frank Chonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06429803103141435160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747952783408846314.post-60213983719392088622016-05-18T12:00:00.000+08:002016-05-18T14:44:21.848+08:00Me And My Saucony...<div style="text-align: justify;"><i>By Frank</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Saucony... Pronouced as "Sock A Knee", a running brand from Boston, US is a brand that I never thought that I will be associated with. To start off with is because I didn't had a pleasant experience with my first pair which is the Saucony FastWitch 3 back in year 2009 where I ran my first ultra marathon with. Suffered cramps badly which at that point of time and being a newbie runner, I blamed the shoe for it due to the extremely soft cushioning. Since then, I stayed away from this brand until another opportunity came in year 2012.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was really fortunate and lucky to be spotted by the then Saucony brand manager and my friend now Alicia who offered me the opportunity to be representing the brand here in Malaysia. I was skeptical back then due to my first experience but at the same time matured through time that it wasn't the shoe's fault back in year 2009. I shared my concern with Alicia and she fully understood my situation at that time and hence handed me some key models, in this case the Kinvara 3 and Mirage 3 to try out first.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After close to half a year, when I was a free agent again, and being impressed by the Kinvara 3, I finally agreed and put ink on paper as I accepted the Saucony sponsorship. I was grateful to Alicia too for keeping her promise and waiting for my availability patiently. From there, not only I was representing the brand, I was also working closely with her in matters of branding, marketing, ordering, training and more. It was not all smooth sailing for Saucony isn't a brand well known here yet and with tight budget, it makes things more challenging. Understanding the issues we were faced with, both myself and Alicia used whatever resources we could find back then. I didn't push for my sponsorship either and just used whatever gears that was made available. We were working very tightly but at the same time, safely but yet happy. And probably from there, we turned our business relationship into friendship.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isO03YyNZRM/VzgGvKn4yjI/AAAAAAAAGVM/rxN_6y5_dGE4r-ouNlFZydi8VLjJZPJnQCLcB/s1600/12095136_688428941294491_138998865601177682_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isO03YyNZRM/VzgGvKn4yjI/AAAAAAAAGVM/rxN_6y5_dGE4r-ouNlFZydi8VLjJZPJnQCLcB/s400/12095136_688428941294491_138998865601177682_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Product training.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But we overcame it with the help from a dedicated team and a year down, we made our first media event by launching the Kinvara 4 and at the same time expanding the ambassador team to 3 with Zijill and Jason coming on board. Then came the running clinic where we presented ourselves to the running community here to share our knowledge and experiences.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aF4hXjFU8I4/VzgGUHTdDcI/AAAAAAAAGVE/QihXJofrZRsXCto0xfsYfllwy_pWe9tNQCLcB/s1600/859548_610425772341006_229393994_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aF4hXjFU8I4/VzgGUHTdDcI/AAAAAAAAGVE/QihXJofrZRsXCto0xfsYfllwy_pWe9tNQCLcB/s400/859548_610425772341006_229393994_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The launch event of Kinvara 4.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Moving on, as I explored the world, I also met up with the principals of Saucony from various countries being South Africa, Netherlands, United Kingdom and of course Jimmy from Asia's regional office at Hong Kong, the principal we have been working with. I was really touched and grateful for their support in my day to day adventure which eventually helped me a lot in my upcoming race at West Highland Way with gears made available through them.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M36U74PIo/Vzv3uSsBGAI/AAAAAAAAGWQ/2J4dxuQ_R9AyzX6kQFMms93XCNWrhz3sgCKgB/s1600/20150528_120945.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E4M36U74PIo/Vzv3uSsBGAI/AAAAAAAAGWQ/2J4dxuQ_R9AyzX6kQFMms93XCNWrhz3sgCKgB/s400/20150528_120945.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>With Saucony South Africa, whom we meet every year at the Comrades Expo.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tb6pOZ3gZXk/VzgATChkBbI/AAAAAAAAGUk/MBt9FHmc3QgvaWoBpKsnwwne-dQ-UEbYACLcB/s1600/20141017_144341.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tb6pOZ3gZXk/VzgATChkBbI/AAAAAAAAGUk/MBt9FHmc3QgvaWoBpKsnwwne-dQ-UEbYACLcB/s400/20141017_144341.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>With the hilarious guys from Saucony&nbsp;Netherlands.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OCfIzWm_aG0/VzgAZeaunlI/AAAAAAAAGUo/HG4dn0M-Jw0jCV0a_8hH1fk0mLmZmfV_ACLcB/s1600/20151111_150036_001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OCfIzWm_aG0/VzgAZeaunlI/AAAAAAAAGUo/HG4dn0M-Jw0jCV0a_8hH1fk0mLmZmfV_ACLcB/s400/20151111_150036_001.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>A pleasure to meet up with Eric, Product Specialist from Saucony Scotland.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As time passes, Alicia had left the company for greener pasture. In fact, most of the team from the first day had eventually left too. I really miss the the original team for their efficiency was well, efficient!. And before Alicia left last year, she was kind enough to arrange the pro team's kit for me which I am forever grateful for. With a new manager and team to work with, we started from where we left off, only at that time, Saucony had already established itself among the runners here. Sales has picked up and awareness is there but there was still a problem, the budget.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bbyxOb0mXx4/VzgHC0GFd_I/AAAAAAAAGVU/dTC84laDg8osUslfO8LuPwDYJLqJuDpzgCLcB/s1600/20160513_111317.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bbyxOb0mXx4/VzgHC0GFd_I/AAAAAAAAGVU/dTC84laDg8osUslfO8LuPwDYJLqJuDpzgCLcB/s400/20160513_111317.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>In Kinvara I trust.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uRVT4vvbTzI/Vzno3q4FyAI/AAAAAAAAGVo/lCoDK8iJQDUMcx8Mlt_DrK8CoUt8tiipwCLcB/s1600/IMG-20160503-WA0000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uRVT4vvbTzI/Vzno3q4FyAI/AAAAAAAAGVo/lCoDK8iJQDUMcx8Mlt_DrK8CoUt8tiipwCLcB/s400/IMG-20160503-WA0000.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>At a recent outdoor photo shoot.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bQuJJ59jVfM/VznpFzwPhuI/AAAAAAAAGVs/hdVQ5kfIvwsU5-F_w7ffI-N5x6kPaPpmgCLcB/s1600/IMG-20160503-WA0011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bQuJJ59jVfM/VznpFzwPhuI/AAAAAAAAGVs/hdVQ5kfIvwsU5-F_w7ffI-N5x6kPaPpmgCLcB/s400/IMG-20160503-WA0011.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Studio photo shoot.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Over the years through the Saucony gears, I ran better Comrades each year, clocked my best timings in various distances such as 70KM and 100KM, did my first 100KM trail with it and also ran my second fastest marathon with it. And next will be my half decade of Comrades and my first longest trail run with it. With the accomplishment I had with the brand and the budget problem still persisting, I thought through it and decided that for the brand to grow further, I will step down as the ambassador to allow the budget to loosen and flow, and also for new talents to carry the brand. That explains the number of Saucony related photos I've been uploading on my Facebook lately, for those who suddenly felt there was an sudden overflow of it. Yes, I have a soft spot for this brand and it's not an easy decision especially when I was sincerely asked to stay on. But I guess new faces are needed and with that decision mutually agreed, Zijill remained and I hooked Jamie and Nick up for the new team.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mTDZbNuU3YA/VzgF-MNVuEI/AAAAAAAAGU8/FP8KSkjaxzgQsK4aUeVAy7S6kC_eJGD8wCLcB/s1600/P5025078-2-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="220" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mTDZbNuU3YA/VzgF-MNVuEI/AAAAAAAAGU8/FP8KSkjaxzgQsK4aUeVAy7S6kC_eJGD8wCLcB/s400/P5025078-2-2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>When the outgoing ambassador meets the new ambassadors.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I will have 2 more races under the ambassadorship program before my contract ends officially. My fifth Comrades at South Africa and the 95 Miles West Highland Way Race over the mountain of Scotland. For the final 2 times and for the first time ever, I will be in racing in full Saucony kit. It is certainly a pleasure to be in it and I will race proudly and confidently in them.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yfs4m9_mTyY/VzgAIkhbCpI/AAAAAAAAGUg/jK-O-IPAHTMSjO4ndrcOPBBs73ANDWsPgCLcB/s1600/20160510_002229.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yfs4m9_mTyY/VzgAIkhbCpI/AAAAAAAAGUg/jK-O-IPAHTMSjO4ndrcOPBBs73ANDWsPgCLcB/s400/20160510_002229.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>One final race at the highlands in the colours of Saucony.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Hence at the end of this entry, I would like to thank everyone from past and present of Saucony Malaysia from Alicia, Razi, Cheryll, Khiem Khiem, Amy, Alice, Yi Xuan, Kiki and many more from the retail team for their gracious support and understanding through these 3.5 years. A new chapter awaits for me with this brand and I know it will be a great one ahead. As for Saucony in Malaysia, I hope the new team including the ambassadors will take good care of it as a new era will begin soon as we all continue to "Find Your Strong" together!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-txxShupGHJA/VzgGK-qBxnI/AAAAAAAAGVA/G73iiaP-pBEorHn_Vyafid0eh5nIsGwhQCLcB/s1600/20160513_102441.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-txxShupGHJA/VzgGK-qBxnI/AAAAAAAAGVA/G73iiaP-pBEorHn_Vyafid0eh5nIsGwhQCLcB/s400/20160513_102441.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Thank you for the 3.5 years.</i><br /><i><br /></i><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PmoRDHA3Ei8/VzvubHDQxRI/AAAAAAAAGWA/faYdK0RuKW4eIuTTaggPo6mC_yZ0CGrqACLcB/s1600/12963751_10153470312839149_5660674383146988197_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PmoRDHA3Ei8/VzvubHDQxRI/AAAAAAAAGWA/faYdK0RuKW4eIuTTaggPo6mC_yZ0CGrqACLcB/s400/12963751_10153470312839149_5660674383146988197_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><i>Always part of Saucony.</i></div></div>Frank Chonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06429803103141435160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747952783408846314.post-83891028910175911832016-05-12T12:30:00.000+08:002016-05-12T23:47:59.356+08:00Be Frank 2016 Isn't Happening...<div style="text-align: justify;"><i>By Frank</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Since I've received queries on this year's Be Frank campaign, &nbsp;I guess it's much better that I explain it here. And I am sorry to share that the Be Frank campaign isn't happening this year, well at least under my annual Comrades Marathon fund raiser. Don't be mistaken though as the Be Frank campaign is always happening every day of the year, just that it's under a different way whether through seminars, boot sales and more.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A lot has happened since late last year and that played a significant role in my decision not to fund raise this year. With the passing of friends locally and around the world due to cancer, the somber mood continues to affect me. Experiencing the pain of being diagnosed with the disease was already painful enough but yet with a passing each month since the month of December last year isn't something a survivor would like to know or go through. I shared my thoughts with Dr. Teo, CEO of Cancer Research Malaysia back in February 2016 and she respected my decision and was supportive of it too. I just hope I didn't let her and the rest at the foundation down with my "selfish" decision.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And knowing that to fund raise, lots of work needs to be done especially on the marketing side. However, I am not a person who likes to be marketed and instead prefer to stay low profile. Probably that was the reason the funds didn't flow in really well the past few years, which left me pretty frustrated. And there was this issue where people started asking on where did the funds raised goes to and not in a nice manner too. Am not mentioning names but if you are reading this, you should know that it was you or who was it. And for your info, all the funds raised benefited cancer research at Cancer Research Malaysia, previously known as CARIF for a better tomorrow and every cents is certainly worth it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">However the good news is, if that you believe and agree with what I've been doing and am still doing in trying to raise awareness and to fight cancer, you can still lend a helping hand by little gestures such as helping to spread the word, through donations of any amount or even by purchasing gifts such as collar pins, badges or even the book "From Cancer To Ultramarathons" which I wrote last year as all the money received there will be channeled to Cancer Research Malaysia for cancer research purposes.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Therefore, yes. Despite being my 10th year of running, my half decade of running the Comrades Marathon and also and extra race 3 weeks later to fulfill my running bucket list at the West Highland Way Race, I will not be campaigning under Be Frank this year. I hope all of you will respect my decision and understand my situation, and hopefully it will return again the next year. And for the past 5 years of fund and awareness raising, I thank all those who have supported from the bottom of my heart.</div>Frank Chonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06429803103141435160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747952783408846314.post-585530176736651312016-05-01T08:00:00.000+08:002016-05-01T09:49:57.195+08:00After 121 Days...<i style="text-align: justify;">By Frank</i><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It has been 121 days since the year started. And it has certainly been those days that training for this year's 2 major races has since started. Am I tired? No doubt yes. Am I feeling strong? Hell yeah! Am I ready? Oh YES! That sums up my feeling I guess.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">4 months has passed since all the training officially began. Continuing from March, April is the month to keep the momentum going with a slight reduce in intensity in order for the body to start recovering. It is also the month to identify any areas to improve on and to test out the race gears.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">However, April didn't start off really well as there were signs of a "dead" left leg. My initial thoughts was that I may have overused it last month especially towards the final week of it. But to think of it realistically, ample rest time was given to it for recovery before continuing with April's training. Then I got really worried when I thought of some nerve issues. Yes, it was all self assumption and instead of resting completely, I did short and light workouts while taking in more Vitamin B enriched food for it helps with the nervous system. The leg return from the "dead" after a few days and I was glad it was just a scare. Phew...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">With no fitness lost during the "dead" leg scare, I was feeling strong and that was just in time for the 70KM Route 68 Challenge on the second week of the month. I held back throughout the entire race to minimise any risk of injury and manage to complete it with my best 70KM result without thrashing out myself, and that was indeed a really positive sign.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Continuing my training with the strength and confidence gained, I was glad that some of my friends are slowly making their return from their injury. And a week after Route 68 Challenge, we were back running together at some of our favourite places and those favourite involves hills! We continued to roll towards the final week of the month together which almost got derailed a bit due to the return of the notorious haze, which was our own Malaysian pineapple farmers doing. Nevertheless, I was glad I successfully followed my regime and went through the final week of the month without any issues. I was really happy about that not only cause confidence is building but will also mean no more tough 100KM weekly mileage too. Phew...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--DHXeDpq4js/VyQ4-r8KM4I/AAAAAAAAGTs/_ljB-oKwnA8W8KJ5dG398LT95LY9k2V4QCLcB/s1600/13138929_10153520791889149_3672922397308982361_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--DHXeDpq4js/VyQ4-r8KM4I/AAAAAAAAGTs/_ljB-oKwnA8W8KJ5dG398LT95LY9k2V4QCLcB/s400/13138929_10153520791889149_3672922397308982361_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Transfer of timing chip from last year's Kinvara 6 to this year's Kinvara 7.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BsiPqecpk5A/VyQ5heVgZwI/AAAAAAAAGT8/4Sl8ae0nzZ0QxBUcw6ZSihUHkQvv3abjgCLcB/s1600/20160430_111715.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BsiPqecpk5A/VyQ5heVgZwI/AAAAAAAAGT8/4Sl8ae0nzZ0QxBUcw6ZSihUHkQvv3abjgCLcB/s400/20160430_111715.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The big boys turn to play.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I also began to try out my race gears. Due to the different nature and weather of both races I will be racing in, there will be 2 separate race gears for this year. One set for Comrades while the other for the West Highland Way Race. But there is one similarity for both sets as for the the first time, I will be in full Saucony colours. Many thanks to Saucony for this arrangements. The following are the breakdown on what I will be wearing and using.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ilKgeVLam0U/VyQ5POWIYrI/AAAAAAAAGTw/9pPeQobwV3U_hwR6gHMT65DSCNOxy6gfQCLcB/s1600/12376854_10153471436959149_5885833467662670535_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ilKgeVLam0U/VyQ5POWIYrI/AAAAAAAAGTw/9pPeQobwV3U_hwR6gHMT65DSCNOxy6gfQCLcB/s400/12376854_10153471436959149_5885833467662670535_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Part of my race tops.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><u>Comrades Marathon</u></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Race top - Saucony pro team tri top</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Race bottom - Saucony pro team tri short</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Race shoe - Saucony Kinvara 7</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Quad compression - CEP Quad Sleeve</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Calf compression - CEP Progressive Calf Sleeve 2.0</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Race socks - Balega Ultra Light No Show<br />Race watch - Suunto Ambit 3 Peak Sapphire</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zA7QjtCzq8/VyQ5S0541MI/AAAAAAAAGT0/Pe6JImPDwlEOL4YFg0DtkCDwdg_TRXRcgCLcB/s1600/12985509_10153492007119149_261934692663198810_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zA7QjtCzq8/VyQ5S0541MI/AAAAAAAAGT0/Pe6JImPDwlEOL4YFg0DtkCDwdg_TRXRcgCLcB/s400/12985509_10153492007119149_261934692663198810_n.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>A new Suunto Ambit 3 Peak Sapphire for these 2 race. And in blue too.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><u>West Highland Way Race</u></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Mid layer race top - Saucony Run Strong Long Sleeve Top</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Back up mid layer race top - Saucony Nomad Long Sleeve Top</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Race tights - Saucony Omni LX Tights</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Water proof outer shell - Saucony EXO Jacket</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Back up water proof outer shell - Saucony Razer Jacket</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Race shoe - Saucony Peregrine 6</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Back up race shoe - Saucony Xodus 6</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Beanie - Saucony Drylete beanie</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Head gear - Buff</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Wind and water resistant gloves - Saucony Nomad gloves</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Base layer - BV Sport Anatomical Top</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Quad compression - CEP Quad Sleeve</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Calf compression - CEP Progressive Calf Sleeve 2.0</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Race socks - Drymax Max Protection Trail Sock</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Back up race socks - Drymax Trail Sock</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Hydration vest - Salomon S-Lab Adv Skin3 Set 12</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Headlamp - LED Lenser H14R.2<br />Race watch - Suunto Ambit 3 Peak Sapphire</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OA0akEHgLPQ/VyQ5XpStdDI/AAAAAAAAGT4/8IrgTYRj1_IU_JNBl-MGDWywI97oTZfMQCLcB/s1600/13000281_10153496003194149_7276366861114195538_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OA0akEHgLPQ/VyQ5XpStdDI/AAAAAAAAGT4/8IrgTYRj1_IU_JNBl-MGDWywI97oTZfMQCLcB/s400/13000281_10153496003194149_7276366861114195538_n.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Let there be light at the highlands!</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The fourth month gave me 375KM and hence after 121 days of hard training with a total of 1,488KM, it's time to recharge, re-energize, repair, recover and be ready for my fifth Comrades in 28 days time and then the important long one at West Highland Way Race 3 weeks later. The fifth and final month is next and it's time to enjoy the taper for the "monster" (a nick given by a friend last year due to my commitment to the race and my heavy training mileage) is back!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yfsgnPOwHxY/VyR0W4NdZQI/AAAAAAAAGUQ/vppZ4zE19VgOZbQPt82ZcY6sin_k-_CFQCLcB/s1600/training%2Bgraph.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="188" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yfsgnPOwHxY/VyR0W4NdZQI/AAAAAAAAGUQ/vppZ4zE19VgOZbQPt82ZcY6sin_k-_CFQCLcB/s400/training%2Bgraph.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The journey after 18 weeks.</i></div></div>Frank Chonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06429803103141435160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747952783408846314.post-83546686999130303742016-04-16T21:00:00.000+08:002016-04-16T21:12:03.874+08:00Route 68 Challenge 2016...<div style="text-align: justify;">Event: Route 68 Challenge 2016</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Venue: Dewan Serbaguna Komuniti Orang Asli, Gombak, Kuala Lumpur</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Date: 10 April 2016</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Time: 6.00AM</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Distance: 70KM (70.3KM by Suunto Ambit 3 Sapphire)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shoe: Saucony Kinvara 7</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>By Frank</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My last super long run as part of my training, I am really excited to be able to run Route 68 Challenge (R68) this year after missing it last year due to race date being too near to Comrades. I was only introduced to R68, the name of the road late last year by my "mountain friends" when we had one of our runs there. Though I only ran part of it till the telco tower at 11KM, I really like it very much due to the climbs there and knew it will fit very well into my training. The only 2 problems, it was too far away and really dark with plenty of blind spots which is really dangerous considering there are many reckless drivers these days. But I guess with approximately 800 participants for this year's edition, there will be at least some safety elements put into place though there will be no road closure.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I chose to wear the Kinvara 7 over Ride 8 as the Kinvara 7 will be the shoe I will be wearing for Comrades next month. With 48 days to go, I thought it will be nice to have the legs ready with the "feel" of the shoe. I did not wear the actual pair but instead the pair that I wore for Istanbul last year. With the shoe already seasoned, it has the "feel good" ride in it. However, I had to hold back as this was suppose to be an easy long run with a plan of averaging 6.45 minutes per Kilometer for the first half before reducing it to walk run pace at the return leg. If everything goes to the plan, I should be able to complete the distance below 9 hours, I hope.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The starting point located in the very sleepy Orang Asli (natives) village in Gombak is about 40KM drive away from my place. Knowing it will be tough to secure &nbsp;a car park spot, my idea was to arrive there at about 4AM, 2 hours before the race start. The night before, though managed to arrive back home early from work, I had a tough time trying to get myself to sleep. I was still awake though my eyes were starting to close at 1AM, I knew there was nothing much I can do and hence started preparing myself. Everything went smoothly and I was feeling strong. Was on my way at 3.15AM making a detour to McDonalds for a filet o' fish and black coffee. Arriving 15 minutes later than my actual interned time, the place was already swarmed with people. I managed to secure a spot for my car which isn't far away and rested in there having my breakfast before gearing up and proceeding to the tentage area.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tY30Bw2y9cE/VxI5w8XiqaI/AAAAAAAAGTU/qaPIaxhxGx8kmKMARY94btbFxc0FEkIvACLcB/s1600/13012673_10153562091446045_6841878414151995886_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="296" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tY30Bw2y9cE/VxI5w8XiqaI/AAAAAAAAGTU/qaPIaxhxGx8kmKMARY94btbFxc0FEkIvACLcB/s400/13012673_10153562091446045_6841878414151995886_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Friendly familiar faces to be with.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It was good to meet up with some regular faces like Kim Song, Amanda, Keng Koon and Dr. Wong. And just before the 70KM distance start, there was a short briefing by Jason followed by reflective vest, headlamp and blinkers check. And at 6AM, the siren to signal the start woke the sleepy village up and off we went. I started from behind with Dr. Wong and took me close to minute to cross the the start gantry.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">With 253 runners for the 70KM distance, it was a little tough trying to find space to cut through as safety was a concern in the very dark environment. The last thing we want is a speeding car appearing out of nowhere and knocking someone over as there were lots of blind spots due to the winding road. But after a Kilometer or so into the distance, with runners breaking free, I managed to find space and hence "officially" started my run. With the start already a climb though not steep, I knew it was a long one. It will slowly sap away the energy and strength if not managed well and hence I took it easy.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was familiar with the first 11KM or so till the telco tower. It was dark with winding roads but the environment was cooling due to the very dense tress there. The first check point situated at the Indian temple some 5KM into the run appeared pretty quickly but I skipped it and proceeded on to the next at 10KM with ease. Upon arrival with dawn breaking, Wai Hong was there to greet the runners as the supervisor there. Visited the loo quickly, grabbed a few watermelons and off I went.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The next following areas will be stepping into the unknown for me. I &nbsp;heard from friend that the next 5KM will involve some steep climbs before dropping into the valley at Genting Sempah and hence dropping a "gear" there. But as I continued on, I felt that the climb was still manageable. Didn't want to get carried away, I stood with my pace and eventually got to the top, with a rewarding view overseeing Karak Highway.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oksfj4s6buI/VxCQNcrSVpI/AAAAAAAAGSI/cF87JZBfNLIJKt-El7oJqJk-DEoC9HkmgCLcB/s1600/GOPR3141_1460341317710_high.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oksfj4s6buI/VxCQNcrSVpI/AAAAAAAAGSI/cF87JZBfNLIJKt-El7oJqJk-DEoC9HkmgCLcB/s400/GOPR3141_1460341317710_high.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Overseeing Karak Highway.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W1FnMxtF22Y/VxCPoNH7GFI/AAAAAAAAGRw/DOJCcj35EmoVrCOykMAAcEYA3rO3chKYQCLcB/s1600/GOPR3153_1460341317710_high.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W1FnMxtF22Y/VxCPoNH7GFI/AAAAAAAAGRw/DOJCcj35EmoVrCOykMAAcEYA3rO3chKYQCLcB/s400/GOPR3153_1460341317710_high.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Feeling "Scotland" with the mist.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And from there onward, it was about a Kilometer drop with spectacular misty view of the hillside, and not to mention cooling too, into the third check point at Genting Sempah where Hong Lan and Seng Heng supervising. Suzie was there too. Upon arriving there in 8 minutes under 2 hours, I took off my reflective vest and headlamp, stuffing it into my hydration vest. Readjusted my phone in there too which has been irritating my lower back since the start before grabbing some watermelons and it's off I went again.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jEGLL7Auk4o/VxCQ6V2KTWI/AAAAAAAAGSg/xMMUCAZUtUk_V6i8dxVsQXr3k3xq5NxkQCLcB/s1600/GOPR3170_1460341317710_high.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jEGLL7Auk4o/VxCQ6V2KTWI/AAAAAAAAGSg/xMMUCAZUtUk_V6i8dxVsQXr3k3xq5NxkQCLcB/s400/GOPR3170_1460341317710_high.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Happening third checkpoint.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T6Pd1_AnQSk/VxCO09pcBQI/AAAAAAAAGRY/E_KiDHjku5092AH4_bWuyWesnrTws5FQACLcB/s1600/GOPR3169_1460341317710_high.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T6Pd1_AnQSk/VxCO09pcBQI/AAAAAAAAGRY/E_KiDHjku5092AH4_bWuyWesnrTws5FQACLcB/s400/GOPR3169_1460341317710_high.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>With supervisor ala 200KM finisher Seng Heng as I was munching on watermelons!</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It was the start of the descend to the u-turn point which is another 18KM away. Though it's only a very mild downhill, I still played it safe causing many other runners to pass me here.. Despite leaving the third check point with Azlan, it was not long before he went ahead of me. The fourth check point situated near the turning to Janda Baik was supervised by Barkley. Great to see another familiar face but the same routine here with some watermelons plus a gummy candy here before I continued on.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s1vEbHB87ZE/VxCPN3mpZiI/AAAAAAAAGRk/UMJrC9KEQ2s3BMkz7agw1JbrFvJT64aWACLcB/s1600/GOPR3178_1460341317710_high.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s1vEbHB87ZE/VxCPN3mpZiI/AAAAAAAAGRk/UMJrC9KEQ2s3BMkz7agw1JbrFvJT64aWACLcB/s400/GOPR3178_1460341317710_high.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Leaving check point 3 with Azlan.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Despite the weather getting warmer, I was still feeling good. I took small sips of water and sometimes gurgling it to keep my throat wet. Winding roads with blind spots was an issue for safety here, while another was that the downhill got a little tougher. The thighs were starting to feel some impact from the earlier descent though not as bad as I kept reminding myself to managed myself.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-taWKYSxwDuI/VxCRZGpqKWI/AAAAAAAAGSs/UYCi5aUdIg8OUff3utq2brGmT1ggUEdLACLcB/s1600/GOPR3177_1460341317710_high.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-taWKYSxwDuI/VxCRZGpqKWI/AAAAAAAAGSs/UYCi5aUdIg8OUff3utq2brGmT1ggUEdLACLcB/s400/GOPR3177_1460341317710_high.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>A word of caution to the drivers.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After 2:47 hours, I finally arrived at the fifth check point, supervised by Kelvin and Kavien (their name rhythms!). I managed to joked with Kelvin about the steam chicken and roast goose, a prank I made with him back at the Gunung Nuang Ultra a month ago. Was certainly delightful to be able to still joke at this stage of the run.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The next sector was pretty scenic with some view of rivers and a waterfall along the hillside. However, the nagging problem of my phone rubbing against my lower back was still there and I had to stop a few times to readjust it, allowing Razif and Gilbert to pass me. Despite a couple of tries, the discomfort was still there and I literary gave up trying to readjust it during my run. I just have to bring myself to the next check point and do it properly there.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6fZdDfxRejo/VxCQiKCin3I/AAAAAAAAGSU/vhdga2XDvYMNuBrw1jjbvFiYlV13V1N3ACLcB/s1600/GOPR3181_1460341317710_high.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6fZdDfxRejo/VxCQiKCin3I/AAAAAAAAGSU/vhdga2XDvYMNuBrw1jjbvFiYlV13V1N3ACLcB/s400/GOPR3181_1460341317710_high.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>A small waterfall out of nowhere!</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Check point number 6 was supervised by Jason Thai. I have to apologies to him here as I rejected most of the food and drinks he offered me. Sorry my friend, but I just needed water as I am worried other food especially sugary ones might cause some tummy issues. However, many thanks for helping me with my phone as I finally settled the very irritating "phone rubbing my lower back" issue. Watermelons and it's off to the u-turn point near the Bentong hot springs.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tXvOCie79cE/VxI5hTiJNeI/AAAAAAAAGTQ/t8i_V4_CpQE2qgVN83W9UN7WDljdSeKegCLcB/s1600/12901537_10153531524155382_2447578240163858206_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="263" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tXvOCie79cE/VxI5hTiJNeI/AAAAAAAAGTQ/t8i_V4_CpQE2qgVN83W9UN7WDljdSeKegCLcB/s400/12901537_10153531524155382_2447578240163858206_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Towards the hot springs.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The u-turn point was just under 5KM away but I could already see the front runners making their return. One of them was Ben who was filming with his action camera. During my journey, Jason Tan called out to me as he was driving towards Bentong. Hazel too was making her way there on a pick up truck! Eventually after passing a struggling Gilbert, I arrived there too, just 8 minutes under 4 hours.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was pretty happy with myself at this stage as I ran all the way here without much issues. Rested a while here as I wasn't in a rush to make my way back. But a mistake I made was the amount of watermelons I had here. Too much and I had trouble restarting. But that was fine as my plan was to start my run walk strategy from here till the finish.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Suzie was here too as she handed me an ice cold assam popsicle before I restarted. Thank you Suzie! As I was enjoying it, I noticed a few lucky runners to receive the same too throwing the plastic wrapper away by the roadside. No names are going to be mentioned here at least for this entry but what I can disclose is one of them was my friend wearing a orange top. Shame on you! The race course isn't exactly clean with much rubbish along the way and by throwing even just a single energy gel wrapper or just even the tip make things worse! Runners were made to run with a hydration vest or even a belt, so if one is able to carry their snacks with them, it is no excuse that one can simply just hold on to it after consuming it while waiting for a rubbish bin to appear later. It's not a tough task.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Anyway, back to my return journey, I basically had to walk about 2KM before the watermelons settled in my tummy. By the time it did, I was only left with less than 3KM to arrive back at where Jason Thai was. More watermelons here (oops...) as I refilled my bottle with water as I needed it to splash myself with to keep my core temperature in control along the way later.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZP-nGx6KQtU/VxCOngy0_TI/AAAAAAAAGRM/MUPwuWFpTXAOyu-DGzlMjByhMKMubNhRwCLcB/s1600/GOPR3185_1460341317710_high.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZP-nGx6KQtU/VxCOngy0_TI/AAAAAAAAGRM/MUPwuWFpTXAOyu-DGzlMjByhMKMubNhRwCLcB/s400/GOPR3185_1460341317710_high.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>A super helpful supervisor, Jason Thai.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The weather was indeed warmer as more runners seek shelter below trees. But as the journey now is of an uphill direction, it works to my strength. All I had to do was to keep my heart rate and my core temperature in range. It was all about control and control I did as I made it back to where Kelvin and Kavien was in 5:24 hours. Sam Sam was there too helping out and what I didn't know that time was that she had already threw in her towel for the 50KM distance. Managed a quick laughter with them before I went on again.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The ascend to Janda Baik was next on the list and I managed my pace very well here powering up the hills with ease. During the journey, I managed to catch up with both Phand and Razif and managed a quick conversation with them before continuing on and arriving at the check point where Barkley was. Refilled my tumbler with water again, a sip of Root Beer and off I went for the final 5KM or so climb before the drop.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The next check point at Genting Sempah and I remember Hong Lan mentioned earlier that she will pass me can of ice cold coffee. That was certainly my motivation to get there. Despite a few walks in between my runs, I managed to pull ahead of Razif. But knowing he was strong at the descend, I know he will eventually catch up later.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Hills, hills and more hills as I literary grin as I made myself up. Nope, it wasn't steep and that was the reason I could still grin. Hahaha... Met lots of 50KM distance runners and suddenly, the race course became more crowded. Soon a concrete bridge came into view followed by a white structure and I knew what lies ahead. I am almost to the top and coffee awaits there.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">6:42 hours was how long it took me to arrive back here, some 54KM into the race. Hong Lan quickly passed me the can of coffee as promised as I gulped it down instantly. It was refreshing indeed as I quickly continued on as the check point was really busy and I didn't want to hold Hong Lan up for too long too.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A 1KM steep climb was what stands next before the 15KM drop. Like the Polly Shortts of Comrades, I decided to walk the entire of it to conserve some leg strength and energy for the drop. Besides, it will be a good idea to let the coffee settle down in my tummy too. Arriving at the top, I was offered either a can of Red Bull or Livita by some prominent figure of some running "club", but had to decline. I had long stopped drinking those energy drinks for it's really bad for the body especially during intense exercise like these.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Successfully conquering the climbs, it was time for the final 15KM drop. I resume my run, saving at least "2 gears" to protect my legs. It was important that I did for it's a critical time now. And as expected, Razif caught up. He asked me to follow him which I did albeit only for a while as he was pushing the downhill. To follow him will be to fire my next "gear" and risk an injury. I had no intention to do so and hence, he disappeared slowly into the distance.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Took my time with my descend not only paying attention on my foot strike but also the traffic as it was getting busy along the winding road. the second last check point with 11KM to go till the finish soon appeared. Wai Hong was busy cutting the watermelons for we still had time for a little chat, particularly about the watch we are using, Suunto. I also took a little time to sit down as I spotted a chair before resuming.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The next sector to the final check point at the Indian temple can be considered a homestretch. Though the downhill wasn't very steep, I still had to be careful albeit I don't deny I went a little faster. As I approach one of the big corners near the telco tower, there were lots of people surrounding it with police. There was also the police line which indicated some sort of accident or crime that had happened. I didn't see anything and didn't want to be a nosy parker and hence carried on, only to find out later that a corpse was spotted at the ravine below. Yikes!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As the hills becomes more manageable, I also arrived at the final check point. That should be another 5KM or so till the finish. Took small sips of water and I continued on as I began emptying the bottles on my hydration pack to lighten my burden. I didn't run any faster though as I wanted to enjoy the final sector. And besides, traffic was really heavy as the finish nears.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dDkRvKz6FZo/VxI47MYc9kI/AAAAAAAAGTA/kuiBRoTwWM4fh2EsYC0KEd9VX_VgxUqUgCLcB/s1600/11140061_980200922092992_3069781818280919705_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="263" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dDkRvKz6FZo/VxI47MYc9kI/AAAAAAAAGTA/kuiBRoTwWM4fh2EsYC0KEd9VX_VgxUqUgCLcB/s400/11140061_980200922092992_3069781818280919705_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Final 300M or so.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qTMAuTDr6PU/VxI5BEQkwxI/AAAAAAAAGTE/xbSdB-r5FEohfIeEP9J541YDcqfoZ--jwCLcB/s1600/12973539_10154070203808905_2570235780792332455_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="263" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qTMAuTDr6PU/VxI5BEQkwxI/AAAAAAAAGTE/xbSdB-r5FEohfIeEP9J541YDcqfoZ--jwCLcB/s400/12973539_10154070203808905_2570235780792332455_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Happy to complete 70KM.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As the traffic got heavier, I knew I was getting nearer too. With the sights of cars being park by the roadside and with Tey snapping photos along the final straight, I finally saw the white tentage and some other buildings. I was "home" and with one final left turn into the field, I managed to complete the 70KM distance in a of <span style="color: red;">8:43:48&nbsp;</span>(nett time), a new best for me!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JJ5KydHgoG0/VxI5MuL4xII/AAAAAAAAGTI/Zwix8qLN81MTZ8DORQ4wOmoUp8b5vVECACLcB/s1600/12971041_1074277889260057_6728398275343368813_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JJ5KydHgoG0/VxI5MuL4xII/AAAAAAAAGTI/Zwix8qLN81MTZ8DORQ4wOmoUp8b5vVECACLcB/s400/12971041_1074277889260057_6728398275343368813_o.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>YES! A personal best!</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pd5SsNSKZzc/VxCOFu-VokI/AAAAAAAAGQ8/AZKCKj1_2sEtlUoevys6hlKqqWvg7xszACLcB/s1600/R68%2BResult.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pd5SsNSKZzc/VxCOFu-VokI/AAAAAAAAGQ8/AZKCKj1_2sEtlUoevys6hlKqqWvg7xszACLcB/s400/R68%2BResult.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>My splits.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Collected my entitlements and hung around with my friends for a while before heading off to cheer for the other runners. As I begun feeling sleepy, I decided to leave at 4PM, the cut off time for the 50KM distance and that was before cheering the runners from my car. I could see the many faces of determination as the clock started ticking down for them. Most made it, while some did not. But most important, accept defeat gracefully and try again.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zGGWkRBMrfA/VxCOPV6q_xI/AAAAAAAAGRE/r8IN95lrvZcI11tjr_NpzCpdhJKMkapmQCLcB/s1600/20160411_110007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zGGWkRBMrfA/VxCOPV6q_xI/AAAAAAAAGRE/r8IN95lrvZcI11tjr_NpzCpdhJKMkapmQCLcB/s400/20160411_110007.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Another best for the Kinvara 7.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Overall, it was a very productive run and at the same time I really enjoyed the Route 68 Challenge. I managed to stick with my plan and held back for the entire course, thus managing to save the legs from any potential damage leading into the final month of training.. I felt good and strong throughout the entire run and the same too upon completing it, without having to limp or walk awkwardly the next few days. It was indeed a confident booster for me and I really felt I am ready for my big race soon.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Many thanks to Jeff and Jason Tan for a very successful second edition of Route 68 Challenge. And of course not forgetting to the team whether official or unofficial behind it from Alexa, Hazel, Hong Lan, Barkley, Seng Heng, Wai Hong, Kavien, Sam Sam, Kelvin, Maxon, Raymond, Jason Thai, Suzie, Maui, Tey and many others for helping out. Till the next edition!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1nODb3xSiUQ/VxCP4_m_42I/AAAAAAAAGR8/Q2IjFOPzrPAfuVT5QvdUdWsMHAt7h6iYACLcB/s1600/20160411_121825.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1nODb3xSiUQ/VxCP4_m_42I/AAAAAAAAGR8/Q2IjFOPzrPAfuVT5QvdUdWsMHAt7h6iYACLcB/s400/20160411_121825.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>My reward the next day. Main reward was a different kind though.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">* All photos here credited to their respective photographers. Thank you.</div>Frank Chonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06429803103141435160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747952783408846314.post-1328711625436051542016-03-31T13:00:00.000+08:002016-04-18T15:36:40.014+08:00Of 3 months, 10 years and 24 years...<div style="text-align: justify;"><i>By Frank</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I made it through again! YES (*inserts fist pumps into the air), as once again, I successfully tackled March, the toughest third month of training leading up to Comrades Marathon and this time West Highland Way Race.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As usual, when I saw the training regime given, I will ask myself if it can be done? The distance that needs to be cover, the intensity to be put in, the time needed for it plus some other side training, all of it seems so difficult and even "painful" by just looking at it. But I know that it needs to be done and hence just hope that I will be able to follow it as close as possible and survive it. Besides, I can't be complaining as these are 2 races I am totally committed to.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">March didn't start of very well though as my legs were pretty thrashed up from Gunung Nuang Ultra which took place on the last day of February. Talk about perfect timing! Walking straight seems to be a problem for 3 days and hence I could forget about a short recovery run. But when the soreness had subside, it was business as usual as I punished the tarmac and treadmill as per the regime given.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">However, there was another problem. With the most from the Gold Coast training group participating in Powerman Putrajaya on the first weekend of the month, my first weekend long run of the month seem to be hanging on the balance. But with some planning, I still managed to run it before and during the event while still able to support my friends. Moving forward, with some of my friends laying off running from injury and also taking note that the Gold Coast training isn't suitable for me, I had to improvised. Weekend long runs were still long but they were at reduced intensity on flat routes, while weekday shorter runs became more intense with speed and hills incorporated into it. Flexibility is the key to a successful training regime and I am glad mine can be done this way. And with that, 415KM was covered for the month of March 2016 bringing the year's running mileage up to 1,113KM, the one thousand barrier broken in my personal record time. A successful third month of training reaping positive benefits from it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Midway into March, while out on one of my runs, I realised that I've been running for 10 years. And that's 10 year's of injury free running! Time has passed swiftly from my first marathon till my ultra adventures today. And I am glad that this year will be my half decade's of Comrades Marathon and also my first West Highland Way Race, a race that will fill my bucket list to the max. I guess that explain the reasons I am feeling "tired' already from all this running.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And finally. March is always remembered as the month I was diagnosed of Rhabdomyosarcoma some 24 years ago. No, it's not something to celebrate, for it's nothing proud nor happy about it being diagnosed, treated or surviving it. Rather, it's a month of remembering on what this deadly disease can do to all living beings and also to those who have fought or affected by it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">For now, it's time to move on to the fourth month of training. Again the same old question of how am I going to survive this month? But am sure I will and by the month's end, it will be something to be rejoice. Onward to April!</div>Frank Chonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06429803103141435160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747952783408846314.post-5131441668209505302016-03-26T14:00:00.000+08:002016-03-26T14:19:24.423+08:00Twilight Ultra Challenge 2016...<div style="text-align: justify;">Event: Twilight Ultra Challenge 2016</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Venue: Sengkang Riverside Park, Singapore</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Date: 19 March 2016</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Time: 7.00PM</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Distance: 5KM per loop (maximum distance in 16 hours)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shoe: Saucony Ride 8</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>By Frank</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In a blink of an eye, Twilight Ultra Challenge (TUC) is now into it's sixth year. A no frills looping based ultra running event by Ben and his team behind Running Guild, this is one event that I've never miss and it's one that I started running a year before Comrades too. Treating it as one my longest run in my Comrades training, the sad news is that I have never excelled in TUC due to sleep issues. Yeap, 5 years of trying and never really hit the 100KM mark. Maybe in this sixth edition I will, or will I?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The sixth edition of TUC sees a change of race site to Sengkang Riverside Park due to renovation works at the original site of East Coast Park. Certainly a welcome change after half a decade of running there. And besides, the new site's running path are built on the softer tarmac surface as per compared to concrete at East Coast Park. Certainly much more friendlier for the good old legs.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Unlike previous years, this time round I will be travelling alone to Singapore. With the Malaysian currency so weak, even staying at backpackers inn is pretty costly. Ian and Teck Sim did mentioned that I could always stay at their place whenever I am in Singapore but the problem is, I am not the type that simply likes to intrude into others privacy and personal time. However, I guess this time I needed their help and besides, I guess it will be nice to actually agree once. And so, I traveled down to Singapore on board First Coach from One Utama on Friday morning only to spend almost 2 hours at Singapore's immigration. For reason I do not know why, it was packed with people and the officers weren't very efficient that day. Took me almost 8 hours to arrive at Novena and it was almost time for dinner. And during the bus journey, my troublesome trapezius starting aching and it will proof to be a nuisance for days to come.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ian and Teck Sim came and pick me up and straight away we went for an early dinner at Monniker located just next to Balestier Food Court. It was a nice little cozy restaurant and the people there were really friendly, and not to mention their awesome food. I needed some fat for the ultra next day so I ordered a pork dish call Porketta (not sure if it is spelled correctly) and a banana bread beer from the UK. Both were really good.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XTfh5icM8Qk/VvYjwEDFc_I/AAAAAAAAGP8/UbRWRB024cgakUXZcQgVmyeUGAKgTTyJg/s1600/20160318_182821.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XTfh5icM8Qk/VvYjwEDFc_I/AAAAAAAAGP8/UbRWRB024cgakUXZcQgVmyeUGAKgTTyJg/s400/20160318_182821.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Delicious food at Monniker. Porketta on far right.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After a satisfying dinner, we returned to their place, IResidence which was nearby. Rested for a while before a quick dip at the warm jacuzzi and it's off for dessert next at United Square. A very rich durian sago dessert with pamelo was what I had. A little risky considering my sore throat due to overdose of chocolates 2 days ago, but it was just too tempting. After satisfying the stomach, it's back home to call it a night.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I've planned for a deep long sleep. However, that did not happen as the weather was pretty much hot and there were neighbours talking through the night which kept me awake in between sleeps. I woke up at 8.30AM and knew that the run later at night will be tough due to once again sleep issues. While going back to sleep will be tough, I cleaned myself up and joined both Ian and Teck Sim for breakfast at Balestier food court while waiting for time to pass. Back at their place later, I tried to catch a 2 hour nap which I do not know if I did, and eventually made my way to Novena for an early dinner at 4PM before catching up with colleagues from Singapore.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Found myself back at Ian's place at 5PM and proceeded to freshen myself up. He was back by 6PM and we were then off to Sengkang which is about 20 minutes drive away. Collected my race number and saw many familiar faces in the process from Ben, Yee Hua, Roy, Si Main, Kim Lai, Eu Gene, Barkley, Hong Chew, Kim Song, Karl and many more. Was certainly nice to be seeing them again. Weather though was hot, was in fact greeted by a much welcome light breeze.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rmFw5nIRGjA/VvYlUCiIUOI/AAAAAAAAGQY/L6uM9GrguF0pOKjAuggSEW3STZ8wid-PA/s1600/12513741_10209049544986756_2979319580213210022_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rmFw5nIRGjA/VvYlUCiIUOI/AAAAAAAAGQY/L6uM9GrguF0pOKjAuggSEW3STZ8wid-PA/s400/12513741_10209049544986756_2979319580213210022_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Bibs Third, Second and First!</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">At 7PM, the sixth edition of TUC was flagged off with Ben, the event director leading the way. Although I knew the surface was of tarmac, I chose the Saucony Ride 8 as my shoe of choice. Though a tad heavier than my everyday Kinvara, it offers much more cushioning, something I needed a little after a very intense and heavy workout last week. And instantly, I can feel my legs being protected already as I try to settle my rhythm in.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eSGaq06IBvk/VvYlYnCPa7I/AAAAAAAAGQc/z3zep6YELOY1obG7AunFlQy4U26gSfDFg/s1600/12473678_1035950963119842_2649950445063466279_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eSGaq06IBvk/VvYlYnCPa7I/AAAAAAAAGQc/z3zep6YELOY1obG7AunFlQy4U26gSfDFg/s400/12473678_1035950963119842_2649950445063466279_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Off we go at 7PM!</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The run which is of 2.5KM along the canal or was it reservoir at the Sengkang Riverside Park was part of the Craze Ultra 100 Miles route and all the memories or rather nightmare came flashing back. At the far end where the u-turn point was, Yek Bun was leading the team there. A run back to the start will complete the 5KM loop. As simple as that over the next 16 hours and I planned to have small intakes of watermelon and water at the end of each turn to keep me going, filled and hydrated.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was struggling with my sore left trapezius at the start. I can hardly turn my head and hence not able to reply to anyone calling me from behind or the side. The pain had actually ease a little compared earlier but it was still uncomfortable to be running with it with the constant pounding of the muscles. At that point of time, I was just hoping that my pain tolerance will take me through the distance or the pain will continue to subside. And moving forward after completing 20KM equaling to 4 loops, the pain started to subside a little. And although it was a little breezy especially towards the first half, humidity was actually on the high side.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I had my first cup of black coffee courtesy of LiveCoffee who is on site to serve the runners. Operated as a complimentary beverage for the runners by a a group of coffee lovers, their coffee was actually very good, and not to mention strong. I told myself to "recharge" with a &nbsp;cuppa after completing every 4 loops and this was certainly a motivational push.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kdPN18mL61Q/VvYl9ZZ7UsI/AAAAAAAAGQk/B0UWB9K3l7sUrJwOviaPBZAiyulCMAuaA/s1600/10636793_993571587377931_7644590970107806338_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="263" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kdPN18mL61Q/VvYl9ZZ7UsI/AAAAAAAAGQk/B0UWB9K3l7sUrJwOviaPBZAiyulCMAuaA/s400/10636793_993571587377931_7644590970107806338_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>LiveCoffee!</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As the pain on my left trapzeius continues to subside, run and walks with friends like Karl and Rozman at certain stretches did help to cope with the time and distance. I continue to push using landmarks like the flyovers to guide me. Running from flyovers to flyovers ranging around a Kilometer in distance did help with managing my leg strength as it gave ample time for them to recover before resuming my runs.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ae5_jUAsG9s/VvYlJ9ZRfnI/AAAAAAAAGQU/FmWakjFnKl08Lpdxav1NMsz-LpERFfKrw/s1600/12377583_1560624437599695_6741213370230387366_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ae5_jUAsG9s/VvYlJ9ZRfnI/AAAAAAAAGQU/FmWakjFnKl08Lpdxav1NMsz-LpERFfKrw/s400/12377583_1560624437599695_6741213370230387366_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Lonely in the dark.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">40KM covered in slightly more than 5 hours and already pass midnight, it was time for my second cup of coffee. The legs were hurting but it wasn't as thrashed up compared to the old venue at East Coast Park. I do not know if its the surface, the shoe of the legs being stronger but I certainly hope it was the latter.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">With the second dose of the much needed caffeine, I continued on. Nothing much happened for the next 4 loops except for me going slower and slower. Hahaha... But I did meet up with Samantha who recognized me from my Putrajaya 100 blog last year. We chatted while running behind Hong Chew, Yee Hua and Kim Song, and it was great to be sharing with her some of my run experiences.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Was looking forward to my next cup of coffee after completing 60KM as the critical part for me is from 3AM to 5AM, the time when the body is the weakest and when sleepiness starts to set in. And upon completing 60KM at about 4AM, I met Gary at the race venue and share with me on his daughter's story of fighting osteosarcoma. I would really like to hear a happier version but sadly, she lost her battle. But nevertheless, I was glad that Gary accepted the fact and that life goes on and believes that cancer treatment, research and treatment is going the positive way.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Before pushing off for my next loop for 65KM, Ian arrived just in time too with my much needed early breakfast. I didn't know what I wanted when he asked earlier, but I did mentioned that perhaps a roti prata (canai) will be nice. And that was exactly the food I had in my mind when I was out on the run. Sat down and chatted away with him while having the actually pretty delicious prata with hot coffee. That gave my legs a little time to recover too.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">With the breakfast settled down in my happy tummy, I push forward. And surprisingly, I managed to complete the next loop without stopping with quite an healthy pace too. The prata had worked it's magic, well at least for this loop. A short while after starting my next loop, there was an urge to visit the potty. I was already almost a Kilometer away from the starting point and hence to decided to "nurse" myself all the way to the other end. Runners who passed me tried to pull me along but I didn't want to risk running with that urge in me just in case of an unwanted "explosion".</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Eventually, I got to the u-turn point and made my deposit in the small but clean potty. Took me a while but what had to be release, just got to be release. But in the process, I think I strain or pulled one of my ankle muscles. It became a little stiff and even walking feels a little painful. However, I still caught up with Hong Chew and Kim Song just before completing our 70KM together.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was tempted to stop after completing 70KM as I knew I have broken into the 1,000KM distance milestone for this year's training. In all my Comrades training across the years, this was my shortest time that I got to here and indeed it was a personal achievement. But the show had to go on and I continued with Hong Chew, Kim Song and Kelvin with the sun now shining bright.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The pain on my right ankle become more irritating upon completing 75KM but the 4 of us decided that we shall make it 80KM before deciding to call it a day. We walked and ran together using lamp post as indicators and after <span style="color: red;">12:59:44</span> hours, 80KM was completed by my dear legs. And together with Hong Chew, we decided to stop here, with Kim Song and Kelvin still going for it.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rkxl8M3i1hY/VvYk4d4YxXI/AAAAAAAAGQQ/SORcMfvXPHsRtz-UOl3NZJR6i--ZfAjFQ/s1600/1496208_993205620747861_1809026297742352637_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="263" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rkxl8M3i1hY/VvYk4d4YxXI/AAAAAAAAGQQ/SORcMfvXPHsRtz-UOl3NZJR6i--ZfAjFQ/s400/1496208_993205620747861_1809026297742352637_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was a little disappointed that once again I could not hit the century distance after 6 attempts. Despite still with 3 hours to go to hit that desired distance, I just didn't want to risk any injuries on my right ankle. Just worry something might snap in there. Nevertheless, this was my fastest time with this distance in TUC and it's certainly a positive sign.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BsnwFlilSSA/VvYkF_Xhv7I/AAAAAAAAGQA/w8w7kljoMvsd5Iur8i89kmxxrnHFZgIlg/s1600/TUCCert.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="226" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BsnwFlilSSA/VvYkF_Xhv7I/AAAAAAAAGQA/w8w7kljoMvsd5Iur8i89kmxxrnHFZgIlg/s400/TUCCert.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ian and Teck Sim came just before the closing of the event as we cheered the remaining runners on. We left soon after everyone completed their run and headed back. A refreshing shower before resting up a little and then it's off to Novena for lunch and for my coach back home at 3PM. The journey home was once again like the journey into Singapore 3 days ago. Immigration was really slow with 4 ladies cutting into my queue despite being told off. But luckily, traffic was smooth and by 10PM, I arrived safely at One Utama with dad picking me up from there.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Overall, I enjoyed once again the Twilight Ultra Challenge, now into its sixth year. With the introduction of Sengkang Riverside Park, it adds a new dimension and challenge to this event. Besides, my legs didn't feel so thrashed up compared to be running at East Coast Park. I could still walk properly after the event. The only downside, no proper toilet and shower area, despite the community centre nearby.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Thanks Ben, Yee Hua, Phil, Yek Bun, Tee Li and the team at Running Guild for yet another successful edition Twilight Ultra Challenge. Ant not forgetting to the friendly people behind LiveCoffee for being there through the night serving the runners great coffee which kept us going and going. I had 4 cups and I could drink more actually cause it's just so good. And to the rest of the runners, it was really nice to have catch up and befriended some of you. And finally, to my host Ian and Teck Sim for your awesome hospitality. I didn't expect all that is provided and now I owe you both a Porketta and a bottle of banana bread beer! Till the next edition!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">* All photos here credited to the respective photographers. Thank you.</div>Frank Chonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06429803103141435160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747952783408846314.post-21131842044354581032016-03-17T12:30:00.000+08:002016-03-17T13:40:27.306+08:00Saucony Kinvara 7...<div style="text-align: justify;"><i>By Frank</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My to go road shoe, the Saucony Kinvara which I have been relying since the third generation till the sixth has been serving me very well from short distances up till 161KM to multi stages event, in my training and also races. It has been the shoe that had allowed me to run from strength to strength at the Comrades Marathon and I believe it will continue to do so. I really like the fact that Saucony only gave the Kinvaras some minor tweaks and changes for the past sixth generations with the third and fifth being the biggest overhaul but yet still maintaining its DNA. That's a good thing for me, but I guess to meet market demands in the very challenging running shoes sector now, Saucony needed to up their game and take the risk and challenges in making the Kinvara an even better shoe, or risk a downfall for one of their most successful model.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Enter the Saucony Kinvara 7 (K7).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MHMmKgIuJY0/VuoykU2rCmI/AAAAAAAAGOA/sBdGkwz3TDshId6KN9BzywVGwiFwn29XA/s1600/20151014_102509.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MHMmKgIuJY0/VuoykU2rCmI/AAAAAAAAGOA/sBdGkwz3TDshId6KN9BzywVGwiFwn29XA/s400/20151014_102509.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The Saucony Kinvara 7.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was lucky enough to be part of the test team for the yet to be launch K7 back in September 2015. First in Malaysia to receive the shoe, I had my big plans back then to run my Comrades qualifier with it after just a few runs in them. The reason was simple, the shoe is awesome!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8lRotgdkZp4/VuozJx-UquI/AAAAAAAAGOI/J35Aux6Qlec9aPGXoBFJxzcZvitpdoIrA/s1600/20151014_102609.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8lRotgdkZp4/VuozJx-UquI/AAAAAAAAGOI/J35Aux6Qlec9aPGXoBFJxzcZvitpdoIrA/s400/20151014_102609.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Lateral view of the Kinvara 7.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nkXRCkWkad4/VuozgtAH9cI/AAAAAAAAGOM/EFUr-M9npLw6KefU4jSkOvb1cF7E5n34w/s1600/20151014_102526_001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nkXRCkWkad4/VuozgtAH9cI/AAAAAAAAGOM/EFUr-M9npLw6KefU4jSkOvb1cF7E5n34w/s400/20151014_102526_001.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Medial view of the Kinvara 7.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">While most of the K7 upper looks pretty much the same to the naked eye, one will notice the big change when they look closer and feel the "foam" texture on the lateral heel and also by turning the shoe upside down paying attention to the outsole. The big overhaul are there!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZizqaZQCuw0/Vuo2HoBjkEI/AAAAAAAAGO8/poYbvPsbVU89UTJJkKgiQyPZWUOcjIpOw/s1600/20160317_110813.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZizqaZQCuw0/Vuo2HoBjkEI/AAAAAAAAGO8/poYbvPsbVU89UTJJkKgiQyPZWUOcjIpOw/s400/20160317_110813.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Same but not same? Kinvara 7 on the left vs. Kinvara 6 on the right.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So let's start with the outsole. From triangular pods at the forefoot section that acted like trampolines in the previous generations of the Kinvaras, the K7 now see a design call Tri-Flex reinforced with XT900 carbon rubber for extra durability. It basically are flex grooves designed like some jagged arrows in allowing for more flex. And according to Saucony, this new design will also allow more impact absorption but yet still providing one of the industries highest rebound rate when worked together with it's new midsole material which I will explain shortly. Honestly speaking, I wasn't really convince on it upon first seeing it back at the trade show in June 2015 as it I felt traction will be compromise. However, my runs in them had proved me wrong. Not only the shoe feels more lively with a slight increase in flex, it's actually more tacky too. Traction has been improved, most noticeable on smooth pavements such as cements and those red inter-lockable bricks.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qy9DhHE_1gI/Vuo0vS0A4WI/AAAAAAAAGOk/O2E5Rx9dAxYy8XT9asGbnXeZaPpKB7hCA/s1600/20151014_102729.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qy9DhHE_1gI/Vuo0vS0A4WI/AAAAAAAAGOk/O2E5Rx9dAxYy8XT9asGbnXeZaPpKB7hCA/s400/20151014_102729.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>New Tri-Flex outsole.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Next, the main highlight of the K7, the midsole material. Gone is PowerGrid which had been the driving force since the 4th generation. Introducing EVERUN, a foam like TPU material which is not only more durable, but more efficient in absorbing impact but yet at the same time, lively in giving back with up to 83% of rebound rate from the impact it absorb. However unlike the plushier models such as the Hurricane ISO 2, Triumph ISO 2 and Guide 9 which gets a full length EVERUN midsole insert coupled with a EVERUN topsole, the K7 only gets its insert on the heel. This according to Saucony is to give the K7 a fast feel without being over plush. To me, it does make sense. And the rest of the midsole material are made out of Saucony's SSL (Saucony SuperLite) EVA rubber, the same as its predecessors.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bMhxhgJhZyY/Vuo8ScQODoI/AAAAAAAAGPg/6-Kqo3S8ryYjU5MXSlOkXdjxHN1vlmcfw/s1600/EVERUN-633x498.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="313" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bMhxhgJhZyY/Vuo8ScQODoI/AAAAAAAAGPg/6-Kqo3S8ryYjU5MXSlOkXdjxHN1vlmcfw/s400/EVERUN-633x498.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Different setup of the EVERUN insert across its models.&nbsp;</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Kinvara 7 setup shown on the lower far right which is the same setup as the new Peregrine 6 in the heel.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vv7f5w6IINY/Vuo0WsLxO4I/AAAAAAAAGOc/8K0NnDahpuwEexWHLMx9v5LUuhm6S4QAw/s1600/20151014_102344_001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vv7f5w6IINY/Vuo0WsLxO4I/AAAAAAAAGOc/8K0NnDahpuwEexWHLMx9v5LUuhm6S4QAw/s400/20151014_102344_001.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>"Foam" like texture on the heel indicating where the new EVERUN material is.&nbsp;</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>It's hidden inside though.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now moving to the upper. Again, first time impression upon seeing the K7's upper was not exactly promising. &nbsp;It gets a new open mesh looks which looks rather weak. It looked pretty much from the good old days of the Triumph and Hurricane series which has toes busting out from the top and side. However, upon a closer inspection, it actually has the quality from the same mesh of the Triumph ISO. And together with FlexFilm, a light weight synthetic film that replaces stitches and to give the shoe some lock down and structure, the K7's upper is indeed a different class from its predecessors.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IRNrbE_cpcg/Vuo-rKQ9MhI/AAAAAAAAGPs/CpFJzSWzJXsyBpqJSOobRDXoqqULghIvw/s1600/20151012_222049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IRNrbE_cpcg/Vuo-rKQ9MhI/AAAAAAAAGPs/CpFJzSWzJXsyBpqJSOobRDXoqqULghIvw/s400/20151012_222049.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Close up on the new open mesh.</i><br /><i>Yellow and Green pair are Kinvara 7. Grey is of another shoe.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The mid foot locking mechanism call Pro-Lock which was introduced back in Kinvara 5 sees a slight upgrade. It doesn't look like much of it but it does feels shorter especially from the forefoot point of view. This means less irritation with the correct wrap location around the mid foot area. And for the collar, the moderately padded RunDry collar has been retained to soak up and wick away moisture such as sweat flowing down from the shin and calves.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/--XKhLe1CoFM/Vuo09xNnPWI/AAAAAAAAGOs/E-7QjfW0OdoUGOyLyryE2Dr1q7pUqEFFQ/s1600/20151014_102926.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/--XKhLe1CoFM/Vuo09xNnPWI/AAAAAAAAGOs/E-7QjfW0OdoUGOyLyryE2Dr1q7pUqEFFQ/s400/20151014_102926.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Pro-Lock.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NEzm2LaFnCQ/Vuo1sYfCIUI/AAAAAAAAGO0/1to7o7_9JT0aEraw7QZXbSf9YD9G7zVLg/s1600/20151014_102704.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NEzm2LaFnCQ/Vuo1sYfCIUI/AAAAAAAAGO0/1to7o7_9JT0aEraw7QZXbSf9YD9G7zVLg/s400/20151014_102704.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The RunDry collar.</i></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So with all the mumbo jumbo technical aspects of the shoe explained, the most important question right now will be its ride. The initial testing phase was primarily all done at the dirt road at the Old Deeside Way at Aberdeen, Scotland during the end of autumn and I must say that the first few ride was rather firm. It was firm enough for me to be comparing it with the Type A6. However, after covering about 50KM in it, the shoe felt ready. With the shoe broken in especially the EVERUN TPU foam at the heel, the cushioning of the K7 felt like no other and it was noticeable different from its predecessors, for a good reason. Good protection for heel strikers but yet still bouncy, that is what the EVERUN is all about I guess.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The toe box built with the new upper mesh was roomy and stretchy, even better than the fifth and sixth generations I must say which was already very good. The only downside, it was hard to clean especially when you have dirt and mud sticking to it as I was running on the dirt road of the Old Deeside Way which is always affected by the typical wet Scottish weather.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2z61c7P-oi0/Vuo2o8sCRUI/AAAAAAAAGPE/3D7mifQ9wdw4JVy3qpVxS_eK0F64dLjPw/s1600/20160317_110619.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2z61c7P-oi0/Vuo2o8sCRUI/AAAAAAAAGPE/3D7mifQ9wdw4JVy3qpVxS_eK0F64dLjPw/s400/20160317_110619.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Dirt on the yellow Kinvara 7's mesh is tougher to clean compared to its predecessor.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The lock down of the shoe provided by the Pro-Lock felt a bit more comfortable compared to the sixth which I had some issues during my fourth Comrades Marathon. On the K7, I did not feel any rubbing at all and it's double thumbs up for this for it felt much more like the setup on the K5. If I had one complain for the K7, it will be the collar which I felt it was built a little too high. My ankle ball was rubbing on it a little, a sensation that I do not feel on previous generations except the K3. I managed to minimise the sensation by wearing mini crew socks though. Oh and yes, the laces on the K7 remains the same as its predecessor which comes undone easily. I can't seem to understand on why Saucony can't change them to flat elastic laces found on their other models. Sigh...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My ultimate test was done at my Comrades qualifier at <a href="http://runnerzcircle.blogspot.my/2015/11/istanbul-marathon-2015.html">Istanbul Marathon</a> last year. The K7 performed so well that I ran my second career best marathon time with it and hence the shoe easily gets a 5 star rating from me! And today, at time of writing this, my K7 has covered approximately 350KM and durability is definitely holding up. Overall, I felt the K7 will show its full potential at fast pace while still providing enough protection at slower pace and hence, my second pair will take on this year's Comrades!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ec6Mbt1x4dU/Vuo0ECt6xgI/AAAAAAAAGOU/RcnhNWV49_QXXUCwBdLbtrrKRgvrz0fUA/s1600/20160317_110719.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ec6Mbt1x4dU/Vuo0ECt6xgI/AAAAAAAAGOU/RcnhNWV49_QXXUCwBdLbtrrKRgvrz0fUA/s400/20160317_110719.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Kinvara 6 (400KM) vs. Kinvara 7 (350KM) wear and tear.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">With all these upgrades, the K7 still remains at it's legendary light weight of 218 Grams offering at the same stack height of 22MM at the heel and 18MM at the forefoot, a sweet 4MM off set. That's the same over 7 generations of Kinvaras. And the Kinvara series has gone from strength to strength as I continue to improve on my runs at the same time. So by overhauling an already great shoe, is this gamble worth it from Saucony? I bet it is and I am already very excited to see how much the Kinvara can still be evolve into. Amazing work there Saucony.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The Saucony Kinvara 7 will retail at a recommended selling price of RM429.00 and will be available nationwide at Running Lab - Tropicana City Mall, Stadium and selected Royal Sporting House outlets this April 2016 in 3 colourways for the men and 2 for the ladies. Like Max ad Miles from Saucony says, "You should get your feet on this stuff!".</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This pair of the Saucony Kinvara 7 is kindly provided by RSH (Malaysia) Sdn Bhd, the authorised distributor of Saucony in Malaysia for test and review purposes and all opinion are based solely on personal takes.</div>Frank Chonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06429803103141435160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747952783408846314.post-79305963212447078342016-03-05T12:00:00.000+08:002016-03-05T12:18:36.519+08:00Gunung Nuang Ultra 2016...<div style="text-align: justify;">Event: Gunung Nuang Ultra 2016</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Venue: Gunung Nuang, Pangsun, Hulu Langat</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Date: 28 February 2016</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Time: 6.30AM</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Distance: 12 hours looping on 10KM loop</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shoe: Saucony Nomad TR</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>By Frank</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My third event of the year and one that I look forward to as it was my second visit to Gunung Nuang. Yes, I did not visit this place since the event last year as it was just too far and it requires time to cover the trails there. The Gunung Nuang Ultra in a 10KM looping format fits the bill for my West Highland Way Race training for it covers most trail aspect of it in a controlled environment. Besides, it will also contribute to my Comrades training too in building stronger legs for the second half downhill segment of the race.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I did 60KM last year and hence had the intention of going for 70KM this year. However, a gentle reminder from coach &nbsp;a few days before the event reminding me not to go beyond 60KM prevented me from doing so. Had to hold back since I believe his advice was the best for me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">With 269 registered participants this year, I had to make my way to Gunung Nuang pretty early for fears on insufficient parking lots. I was up at 2AM only managing a couple hours of sleep in between, and eventually left home at 4.15AM after settling all my necessary. Was a smooth and easy drive there with a slight detour to a convenience store for coffee and light snack. Arrived an hour later and was surprised that cars were already parked outside. I managed to find a spot not too far from the entrance and rested in there for a while, while munching on my second breakfast. And when all is done, it's a visit to the "secret" toilet.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Hung around the food and refreshment area while preparing my gear and soon realised that I forgot to bring along my heart rate strap. I brought along the transmitter though. Nothing much I can do now hence no heart rate reading for this race. I also chose the Saucony Nomad TR this time as I wanted to give this model a shot at Gunung Nuang after running in the Peregrine last year. And next, I opt for a hydration backpack this time instead of belt. Not a very good decision as a recurrence upper back problem came haunting me a few days ago. And since no trekking poles are allowed for West Highland Way Race, I did not bring them along this time. Not the best of decisions, but I went ahead with it for the sake of preparing myself for my long race in June.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I started second row from the front this time hoping not to get stuck among the crowd of runners after learning from last year. Along side Keng Koon and Yew Khuay, 240 runners were were flagged off at 6.30AM sharp. With an open road ahead, I had the opportunity to go at my desire pace, but of course with my headlamp turned on at brightest settings as it was pitch dark. The first Kilometer was on cement paved surface which I slowly made my way up. And when the trails appeared, I was like Bailey (my dog) set loose enjoying every step and incline of it with my focus on footing, making sure I don't slip or misstep. Everything went well on my first ascent as I arrived at the turning point of 5KM successfully in about 36 minutes before making my first descent down.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Still in darkness, I had to navigate the downhill with extra care. Besides, I am now running against the runners who are making their way up and the last thing I want is to knock into them. The glare from our headlamps makes things tricky but one can just be more courteous and alerted in minimising any mishap, unlike "Mr Football coach" who tailgated me closely and dangerously from behind. He can actually just slow down a little to wait for an opportunity to pass or at least let me know if he is passing through from the left or right. I eventually told him to move forward when I felt it was too dangerous.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I arrived at the foot hill completing my first loop in 68 minutes when the sun has slowly creep out from the horizon. I quickly kept my headlamp into my baggage and grab a cup of water before resuming on my second loop.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fNt17e1ixuE/Vtpc813YccI/AAAAAAAAGNk/JGdT3SpgDsI/s1600/GOPR3106_1456714853788_high.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fNt17e1ixuE/Vtpc813YccI/AAAAAAAAGNk/JGdT3SpgDsI/s400/GOPR3106_1456714853788_high.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Nomad TR for Nuang!</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Was still feeling good for my second loop and I intend to make goof use of this opportunity before slowing down at my next. Making use of my preference and strength of climbing, I made my second ascent slightly faster this time as the trails were clearly lighted by the sun now. However, half way down, I spotted a fellow participant sitting on the ground with his hand clutching on his right calf. Asked if he suffered a cramp and he replied he was before I stopped to give some assistance. Helped him stretch and also perform some light massage, and after a short rest and few chats to keep his mind away from the pain, I helped him up and he was ready to go again as I continue my way down.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Uc1DifJZQg/VtpcbRW_vdI/AAAAAAAAGNY/EZm67_MtGNg/s1600/GOPR3122_1456714853788_high.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Uc1DifJZQg/VtpcbRW_vdI/AAAAAAAAGNY/EZm67_MtGNg/s400/GOPR3122_1456714853788_high.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Blazing down.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Nothing eventful happened as I completed my second loop. Took a slightly longer break compared to my first before continuing on. And as planned, my third will be a run walk strategy as I did not want to strain those leg muscles. Besides, my swollen upper back is feeling sore already.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My time was getting slower but that's nothing to worry about. I just have to practice to overcome the fatigue and also walking skills especially in these types of trails. While my third was completed without stopping, my fourth included a few stops during my ascent. There were a few huts along the way up and I targeted them as my reward of reaching there. Took a short breather at almost each of them while taking off my backpack to ease my swollen back and was glad nothing eventful happened during the course of my fourth.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iErATpNK_ec/VtpdVhMc4SI/AAAAAAAAGNs/gZkT9Xv4hm8/s1600/GOPR3099_1456714853788_high.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iErATpNK_ec/VtpdVhMc4SI/AAAAAAAAGNs/gZkT9Xv4hm8/s400/GOPR3099_1456714853788_high.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>One tough climb.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A longer rest before going on my fifth. Took in more fruits and water but not the lunch pack of chicken rice before continuing with Keng Koon who was on his fourth. And almost a Kilometer up on the ascent, we both spotted Kok Peng sitting at the side with Josephine with him. Apparently both his legs were cramping. Stopped to help which initially I thought it was his calf and hence performed the wrong stretch on him until I realised it was his quads instead! I slowly ease away without informing him though fearing he may panic but eventually, he recovered and asked us to continue on. We did after seeing him in a much better state.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W39Np753Q3s/VtpcEaXHEKI/AAAAAAAAGNM/lSQJhggDYYo/s1600/GOPR3110_1456714853788_high.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W39Np753Q3s/VtpcEaXHEKI/AAAAAAAAGNM/lSQJhggDYYo/s400/GOPR3110_1456714853788_high.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>With Keng Koon.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I eventually sped up leaving Keng Koon behind without noticing. I stood with my target of aiming at the huts and taking a short breather there. Though there were some light breeze blowing through the trees, the weather was really hot. But with each step slowly at a time, I managed to find my way to the turning point before making my way down where I met Hong Lan with Soon Chung who were going up. I also met Josephine and Kok Peng at one of the huts and was glad that he was all right.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">About 1.5KM from the foot of the hill, came Yew Khuay from behind and we both ran together (and walk) together completing our fifth loop hand in hand. Though with much time left on the clock, he decided to call it a day due to lack of training. Didn't want to pull him along as I respected his decision as I rested my longest before continuing on for my final sixth loop.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Everything went as per normal towards my ascent to the turning point with a couple of short stops in between at the huts. I started running slowly running downwards to cover as much as ground in the shortest time possible as also to make full use of this time to practice my footing. Also had a some time chatting with Kelvin and Afiq. However, the biggest drama came at 1.5KM from the foot of the hill when I notice Chor Guan laying down at the hut there. Went to see if he is all right and found out that he was cramping on both legs. He also had already lost some "senses" and couldn't control himself. I asked a few runners still running if they had electrolytes with them and managed to find 2 packs of them. Gave Chor Guan a pack while helping stretch and massage his legs, particularly his right one. Still not coming to his senses, he asked for an ambulance. With 2 casual runners with him, I continued on my way down to complete my run and also to deliver the message to Jeff.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Eventually, I arrived at the bottom and managed to complete 60KM in <span style="color: red;">10:15:04</span> hours, my target distance achieved. Marginally, there should be enough time to do another loop as my evil side tried to conquer me. But I stood firm to my training plan and also in respect to coach and stopped here. Went over to Jeff and told him about Chor Guan and the decision is to let him rest there for a while. The pack of electrolytes should have taken effect by now and he should be on his way down soon, which I hope.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tHYJnef08fQ/Vtpb2lsMYoI/AAAAAAAAGNI/PgM5BC-RIgE/s1600/GNU16%2BResult.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="198" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tHYJnef08fQ/Vtpb2lsMYoI/AAAAAAAAGNI/PgM5BC-RIgE/s400/GNU16%2BResult.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>My splits.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I hung around the area resting and catching up with the rest of the runners while taking in some light snacks and drinks to recover. Chor Guan returned shortly and I was glad that he was all right. Same goes to Kok Peng too. There was a sense of accomplishment as not only I managed to shave 45 minutes off from last year's time an completed in position 20 out of 240, but also to help 3 runners in need during the course of the race. That should the beauty of running especially in ultra distances. It's not about time but rather the camaraderie among the runners.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y-3FLgoE3vI/VtpcM5C3C7I/AAAAAAAAGNQ/iCQRH2Ku9Mo/s1600/20160228_174437.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y-3FLgoE3vI/VtpcM5C3C7I/AAAAAAAAGNQ/iCQRH2Ku9Mo/s400/20160228_174437.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Mission accomplished.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Credits to Jeff for once again successfully organising the fourth edition of the Gunung Nuang Ultra. Indeed a painful race but one that I once again look forward to next year. And thanks to Wai Hong, Kelvin, Maxon, Si Main, Roy, Soon Chung, Sam Sam, Kavien, Renee and the rest of the volunteers for helping out. And to the runners I had the opportunity to meet and run together with like Hong Lan, Cikgu Syed, Yew Khuay, Afiq, Keng Koon and many more, it was a pleasure.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And lastly, not forgetting Chang too for the refreshing finisher's ice cream!</div>Frank Chonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06429803103141435160noreply@blogger.com0